this evening i decided to treat myself.

my master plan for my soiree with will would be the following: getting a hot fudge Sunday at the local ice cream shop, then smoke a bowl at the park, and come home to watch Red Cliff

as i was leaving my father wanted to come with or for me to get him an ice cream. now i blew that off ..cause hey ..i wanna smoke a bowl.
so as i took the lovely 5 minute stroll to the ice cream shop i thought to myself that i should not be selfish! nay i should go get my ice cream, smoke a bowl in the park, then get my dad an ice cream.
Yes! easy, and good karma.

i proceeded to order my hot fudge Sunday with ease, consume it in the lovely bike park, smoke a sweet bowl and walk back to the ice cream shop.

i called my dad as i walked over and asked him what he wanted?
probably vanilla, or chocolate ..perhaps both i thought
he pronounced in excited glee that he wanted butterscotch or caramel
well wait that fucks things up.. that's more complicated.. i didn't sign up for this, i pondered.
no worries it really wasn't a big deal.
as i stood in line progressively getting higher from the magnificent bowl of magic i had smoked 5 minutes prior, i thought about how i was going to order this "butterscotch caramel" do they even have it i thought.
a lovely young girl came to take my order, innocent as rose pettles, no older then 17. her breasts deliciously plump, she was no athlete .. she did enjoy indulging her taste buds. she was not incredibly plump, just as plump as a 17 year-old book worm straigh A student who has no time for physical activity would be.
she greeted me hurriedly leaning forward to save time from my order to the ice cream bar behind her.
i saw a glorious valley of flesh so tiny, squeezed between two mountainous breasts
right as i was going to deliever my well crafted question about the butterscotch another ice cream wench bumped into her.
thier shoulders did not meet, nay, the introduers shoulder bumped squarly into the beautiful tata's of my server.
they giggled more then jello during an earth quake, i felt like i was watching a fat man get shot
my jaw parted in a slow silent cry, the O of my lips expanding slow like the matrix
as the tremendous event had passed and the boob earthquake had stopped the girl looked me in the eyes forcing me for an answer
my eyes and entire head did a quick shake as if i fly had flow onto my nose
my voice was eviscerated in my throat, and all that came out was a low bass AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH ending with my question i had lost
taduavcaramel
i said
she looked confused and asked me what i wanted, leaning forward to hear better
one hand covering her chest
"est-ce-que t'a du butterscotch?"
she motioned for me to come with her to the other side of the bar where the caramel was,
yes that's what i wanted indeed!
"one scoop?" she asked in french
she put one scoop, stopping to make sure i was certain.
yes yes i was
but wait i wonder how much it costs for 2?, and it's a 5 minute walk back home it might melt
"non! 2 boule!"

boule means boobs it can also mean ball as in scoop of ice cream