Posted from MikeinBama’s Live Journal Blog:

The mess on my carpet . . . – m4m – 42

This is what I get for bringing you, a 20-year-old college kid with “Daddy” issues, back to my place after you cruised me at a bar yesterday night: We started making out on the couch and you asked to go down on me. I had a rag handy for clean up, but when the crucial moment arrived and I gave you a courtesy tap on the head, you kept going and took it like a man. I thanked you for the service, walked you out to your car, and returned to find my entire load spit out onto the rug in front of the couch. Really, dude? Look, I could care less if you spit or swallow. But do not, I repeat, DO NOT spit a four-day wad of ball batter all over a $600.00 rug from Pottery Barn, especially when the GF just bought it last week. I had to tell her that the dog puked up on it, but I don’t think she’s buying it. I know I probably deserve this Karma, but it’s not cool, man. Not cool at all.