You took the words right out of my mouth!!
funny ****aki mushrooms right there.
Okay, here's the deal.....
I was told not to share this with anyone, but I feel it is necessary in order for you all to get the full understanding as to what I have been through lately. This may help.
Monday I do a tiny run. I always say the smaller the load, the bigger the pain in the *** it ends up being. This one was no exception, believe me. Ray was even laughing at me on the phone, as I was going off on anyone who would listen..What was his words???..Oh yea, "Looks like you're going to earn you're pay on this one, Buddy!!"....It was paying 5 bucks a mile. 50 mile loaded. Not bad. Even the Louisville cop couldn't help me, and he told me that point blank. I knew I was ****ed.
Anyway.
I get done with the load, and decide to go to Memphis, Ind Pilot and batten the hatches down for the incoming storm.All snuggled in my man cave, on the computer, I know I need to sleep, but am wide awake, as it is raining in buckets, coming down in poodles and dobermans.....it was ugly. Van was rocking for no reason other than the wind. I felt like I was on the S.S. Minnow. Finally, at or around 3 am, I decide to try and sleep.....As I lay down to bed, which has a wood shelf above part of it, that is below the side window, I am greeted by a wet bed. A soaking bed. Wet buttcheeks. I lay there, m uttering to m yself, "There is no ****ing way this is happening.."...I investigate and find the source...I lay a towel on the shelf to catch the water, and throw another on the bed to prevent further soaking of my butt cheeks...now, I am watching a movie, trying to go to sleep, when, as time goes on, I get the sensation of a wet crotch. Drip. Drip. Drip....right on. Dead nuts on. I am fighting 2 separate feelings here, one of anger, and one of arousal....
So, in light of all of this, can you now see I am the way I am?......lol....