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I have tried to be diligent in posting on Friday…oops. Friday took the bullet train while I was busy with a handful of nakeds. Saturday I had two handfuls of nakeds. Now it’s Tuesday, whoops.
I’m sure nobody is waiting with bated breath to see what I decide to post so I am not worried about the lynch mob outside my door demanding I come up with something clever.
I was going to write something yesterday, but I found an opportunity to use the old bartering system to get something I needed. I gave my sister a hour and 40 minute massage in hopes she can do something with my hair before Vegas. I feel I am getting the upper hand out of the deal, but hey. She has been a hairdresser forever, and she is fanfuckingtastic at it.
Thinking of Vegas I was reminded of my first time. I was 24.  My parents had a rule no kids in Vegas, and being I am not athletically inclined I never had a reason to go there when I was younger.
My first trip to Vegas was during the Pro Rodeo something or other. I am not sure I have mentioned I have a thing for grabbing butts. Anyways there were a group of cowboys (belt buckles and all) standing around. There was a smaller cowboy in the group. He looked so lonely with his bigger friends wrapped around some form of bleach blonde. Feeling a need for my form of Batman justice I went over and grabbed a handful of his ass. Of course this is the exact time his very large towering hair of blondeness girlfriend came out of hiding and started yelling at me to stop touching her boyfriend. Like any smart (drunk) girl would do I fled the scene of the crime.
Little did I know this would be the start of a tradition (not a cowboy tradition but…butt…a new game)
The next year I went on a girls weekend to Laughlin. This is the same trip where my boob got stuck in a damn fishbowl glass. Here is that story.
https://itsjoysworld.net/2014/06/23/embarrassing-drunken-night-in-laughlin/
The girls were cracking up when I was telling them about my cowboy. They were also inebriated as we decided to play another game called “take a different color shot every hour” also I am a lightweight. So we made up a game where I would walk by an unsuspecting target of the girls choice grab a handful of their derriere and walk off meeting up with them at another location so they could tell me the reaction. I would not return to the scene of the crime. Also I wanted older gentlemen that wouldn’t be able to catch me.

Shit it is now almost Wednesday. I guess I should just post this damn thing. Next one will be better promise.