Sat - 5/21/16

On Weed's weekend, there was a faint aroma of something burning...
Keel was sure she had smelt that before and set off with Dam to investigate what was going on, and the possibilty that someone wasnt sharing
While searching, they started to get high just from the smell, they had to find some munchies somewhere
They raided the atm and paged an advisor to find the closest food vendo, because they had forgotten where they were
they spotted some crumbs on the floor and followed them along which lead to madames kitchen, where she had set tied up hand feeding some special brownies
everyone was jealous because they wanted some of those special brownies, so they pulled out their whips and turned to Madame demanding she hand them over
But it's my family's secret recipe'. Madame plead for mercy, while secretly enjoying the whips on her bare ass. Eleven secret herbs and spices or not, she had to surrender the brownies to Damiyen.
damiyen and keel were sitting in the corner stuff their faces with brownies started to see strange things, looks like weed wasnt the only thing madame had put in there
so damiyen and keel started tripping out. They saw flying easter eggs, a teapot on someones head...even someone with a paperbag for a head with huge lips. “WTF is going on?“ they thought
they made a deal with madame to be their personal chef so they could get fucked up like this again
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Sat - 5/14/16

Once Upon a time, there was a wedding, all beautiful and classy until...
Emm, obviously still drunk from the bachelor party, stumbled in with a bottle of vodka, a cigar, a happy look and his pants around his ankles. “It was amazing!!!“ he said as he fell over, and on his ass were whiplash marks
A night at Madame Titzenass's boudoir had left its marks for all the congregation to see. Oh, the shame! Amongst the camera flashes from the tabloid hacks stood Jenn, in her bridal gown/leather basque ensemble not looking too pleased. She...
suddenly remembered, she had some fun too last night, but she aint as foolish to make a display of herself. Heh, men are fools. The show must go on. She directed the ushers to take Emm to the back and...
started undressing him instead. “Wait, I didn't sign up for this! Give me back my clothes and my vodka!!“ Jen smirked, walking back in dressed in dominatrix gear, and a crimson smile. “The guests can wait. This is your punishment...“
With her steel tipped stiletto heels, she walked towards Emm and said, 'Now, down boy!' Witn only minimal protestations, Emm yielded, and the rest is history.
So, the old adage is true, that behind every great man is a great woman with a whip in her hand making sure of his success.
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