For my soon-to-be divorced friends's bachlorette party, we went bar hopping. Just about 1:30, we walked to one, and while the others were still getting carded, they had me go in and grab the drinks. SOOO not sober. So not sober to the point where I was barely walking. So, I get up there, and I had on this tiny jean skirt, and this weird faux suede tan top which was cut very wide on the chest. It cut down below my chest in a V, and the sides were wide enough that you could see enough chest that it stopped only before the nipple. The edges were elastic, so it would fit snugly.

Well, I get up there, and tell the bartender I want 5 blow jobs (A really nasty, vial shot topped with whip cream which doesn't sit well on an already drunk and quesy belly). He starts making them, and I ask how much they'll cost. He says, $15 if you show me your tits. So, I jokingly pretended like I was going to and asked how much again. He said again, $15 if you really show me your tits.





















Yep, I did it.

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