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dragonlady7) wrote2011-08-19 10:05 pm
dragonlady7) wrote2011-08-19 10:05 pm
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Papa Smurf
In my No Shit, There I Was chronicles of Pennsic, let me just share this story.
I savagely beat a man with an eight-inch blue rubber dildo. I was in my own common area (which, in local etiquette, amounts to my own living room), wearing what for me was sensible Swamp attire– a lace half-shirt and gold glitter booty shorts– and he looked me up and down, said something patronizing and offensive, and proceeded to talk through me at the man next to me. I tried to be light-hearted as I challenged him on this, but he responded to my impertinence by trying to put me in my place. I let him know I was offended, and he responded even more forcefully that I had no right to speak to him in this way. So I threw my drink (water) in his face, grabbed the dildo from the bar (where it was an ornament), and proceeded to chase him out of MY camp, thwacking him repeatedly with the implement. He later came back protesting to the (male) bartender that I’d had no right to throw him out (his attitude was very much “but she was just a piece of ass, how dare she speak to me thus?”) , and the bartender and several other of my campmates promptly chased him out. Much to my gratification. I’m wondering what the odds are of him ever telling his buddies that story.
(Here is a photo of the dildo in question, adorning the bottom of a mug.)
I savagely beat a man with an eight-inch blue rubber dildo. I was in my own common area (which, in local etiquette, amounts to my own living room), wearing what for me was sensible Swamp attire– a lace half-shirt and gold glitter booty shorts– and he looked me up and down, said something patronizing and offensive, and proceeded to talk through me at the man next to me. I tried to be light-hearted as I challenged him on this, but he responded to my impertinence by trying to put me in my place. I let him know I was offended, and he responded even more forcefully that I had no right to speak to him in this way. So I threw my drink (water) in his face, grabbed the dildo from the bar (where it was an ornament), and proceeded to chase him out of MY camp, thwacking him repeatedly with the implement. He later came back protesting to the (male) bartender that I’d had no right to throw him out (his attitude was very much “but she was just a piece of ass, how dare she speak to me thus?”) , and the bartender and several other of my campmates promptly chased him out. Much to my gratification. I’m wondering what the odds are of him ever telling his buddies that story.
(Here is a photo of the dildo in question, adorning the bottom of a mug.)