06-27-2008, 12:29 AM
A few years ago, not long after my fiancee became a lesbian and broke up with me, I decided I deserved a vacation.
I booked a 10 day stay at an 18+ all inclusive resort in Puerto Vallarta.
On one fortunate elevator ride, I had a short but nice conversation with a cute girl from Canada, but being just a little tipsy, didnt get her name.
The next day, I'm hanging at the pool, and I see the Canadian Cutey.
I jump from the pool, and jog to where she is so I can talk to her again.
Oopsie. Wet concrete is slippery.
I smashed my knee on the cement, and spent the last 3 days of my vacay with a knee that was literally the size of a large grapefruit, and would not bend.
And... nope never saw the Canadian Cutey again.
I booked a 10 day stay at an 18+ all inclusive resort in Puerto Vallarta.
On one fortunate elevator ride, I had a short but nice conversation with a cute girl from Canada, but being just a little tipsy, didnt get her name.
The next day, I'm hanging at the pool, and I see the Canadian Cutey.
I jump from the pool, and jog to where she is so I can talk to her again.
Oopsie. Wet concrete is slippery.
I smashed my knee on the cement, and spent the last 3 days of my vacay with a knee that was literally the size of a large grapefruit, and would not bend.
And... nope never saw the Canadian Cutey again.
Wowie Groovie !