fantana
24-06-2007, 07:39 PM
Well, it had to happen sometime. Too bad it was in a club filled with about 5,000 people watching. I saw him from across the dancefloor, spinning on the decks in his Firemans uniform. I thought he was buff, but I was sure I could beat him. I had been practising all day for a moment like this.
I sneaked my way to the back, and confronted my new rival. That’s when he stood up. Jesus, this guy was like 5 foot 10, 180 lbs. He was massive. Without even a blink of hesitation, his firemans jacket was off and he was revealing his bulging (with muscle) sculpted body. I was still trying to get my top undo. My sweat was keeping it on me, and he was already gaining speed in his poses before my shirt was on. I had a white vest top on underneath, and realized my only chance of success would be to use the sweat on my forehead as something to oil up with, and to be real quick and smooth on the poses.
Unfortunately, the sweat dried to quick. I was off form and getting humiliated by much bigger rival. I quickly put my clothes on, and moved across. Thinking I was safe, the DJ starts talking about Fantana.net and what a little dickhead I am, then the bouncers came over and flung me out. Good job they did it then, because I was just about to get ready and have my seconds shirts off showdown. But I didn’t get the chance. Typical.
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The DJ calling me names after he beat me at an SOS, still would have won the rematch though.
After nursing my severely grazed knee, I went into the next club. It was a karaoke bar. Excellent, for me, because everyone knows I have a voice to match my dazzling blue eyes. I scouted out the place, and then, I saw her. She was a dazzling blonde, with features which just caught my attention. In a weird way, she reminded me of myself.
I went over to her, and quickly undid my shirt buttons. After carefully folding up my shirt, I started to kiss the guns. She liked it. I was in. We danced together for a while, and even held hands. I looked her deeply in the eyes and said “Baby, I’m about to go do something, and I don’t know when I’ll be back” Looking back it probably wasn’t the best line to use, incase she thought I feel down the toilet like in the summer of 99. Anyway, I went over to this DJ (fat, and old, no threat) and told him to whack on a jam, because Fantana is about to get his groove on. My new found girlfriend has come over, and get this, she kissed me on the cheek! At this rate I will even be finding out where girls pee from at the end of the year.
My song came on, Roxette – It must have been love. I was doing really well, getting into the track. I felt myself getting all emotional, and I started crying. I cant explain what happened next, but I imagine its what all rock stars have, its called charisma. With tears rolling down my eyes and me singing my very best at this lovely song, I started to roll around on the floor and really pour my very heart into the track. Something just took over inside of me.
I got tangled up in the wires, and started to choke. People seemed to be clapping and I am sure one person even said “fuck him” I was beginning to see black, when all of a sudden, the wonderful girl who had kissed my cheeks came over and rescued me. She picked me up, surprisingly easy she was very strong, and whisked me over to the side away from the wires. She must have been smoking a lot of ciggerrates as she had a very harsh and gruff sounding voice, and she said to me “Got a couple quid for a drink mate” I had no money on me, but why should money matter. Well, it did. I got thrown out again. I ended up sleeping on the floor for a few hours, before the birds of prey started pekking me. What a night.
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My First Love, Gary, its strange how multi sexual names are these days, Ashley, Tony and now Gary. Isn't she just adorable. We held hands and everything
I sneaked my way to the back, and confronted my new rival. That’s when he stood up. Jesus, this guy was like 5 foot 10, 180 lbs. He was massive. Without even a blink of hesitation, his firemans jacket was off and he was revealing his bulging (with muscle) sculpted body. I was still trying to get my top undo. My sweat was keeping it on me, and he was already gaining speed in his poses before my shirt was on. I had a white vest top on underneath, and realized my only chance of success would be to use the sweat on my forehead as something to oil up with, and to be real quick and smooth on the poses.
Unfortunately, the sweat dried to quick. I was off form and getting humiliated by much bigger rival. I quickly put my clothes on, and moved across. Thinking I was safe, the DJ starts talking about Fantana.net and what a little dickhead I am, then the bouncers came over and flung me out. Good job they did it then, because I was just about to get ready and have my seconds shirts off showdown. But I didn’t get the chance. Typical.
http://photos-217.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v80/153/81/505004217/n505004217_73182_5093.jpg
The DJ calling me names after he beat me at an SOS, still would have won the rematch though.
After nursing my severely grazed knee, I went into the next club. It was a karaoke bar. Excellent, for me, because everyone knows I have a voice to match my dazzling blue eyes. I scouted out the place, and then, I saw her. She was a dazzling blonde, with features which just caught my attention. In a weird way, she reminded me of myself.
I went over to her, and quickly undid my shirt buttons. After carefully folding up my shirt, I started to kiss the guns. She liked it. I was in. We danced together for a while, and even held hands. I looked her deeply in the eyes and said “Baby, I’m about to go do something, and I don’t know when I’ll be back” Looking back it probably wasn’t the best line to use, incase she thought I feel down the toilet like in the summer of 99. Anyway, I went over to this DJ (fat, and old, no threat) and told him to whack on a jam, because Fantana is about to get his groove on. My new found girlfriend has come over, and get this, she kissed me on the cheek! At this rate I will even be finding out where girls pee from at the end of the year.
My song came on, Roxette – It must have been love. I was doing really well, getting into the track. I felt myself getting all emotional, and I started crying. I cant explain what happened next, but I imagine its what all rock stars have, its called charisma. With tears rolling down my eyes and me singing my very best at this lovely song, I started to roll around on the floor and really pour my very heart into the track. Something just took over inside of me.
I got tangled up in the wires, and started to choke. People seemed to be clapping and I am sure one person even said “fuck him” I was beginning to see black, when all of a sudden, the wonderful girl who had kissed my cheeks came over and rescued me. She picked me up, surprisingly easy she was very strong, and whisked me over to the side away from the wires. She must have been smoking a lot of ciggerrates as she had a very harsh and gruff sounding voice, and she said to me “Got a couple quid for a drink mate” I had no money on me, but why should money matter. Well, it did. I got thrown out again. I ended up sleeping on the floor for a few hours, before the birds of prey started pekking me. What a night.
http://photos-217.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-sf2p/v80/153/81/505004217/n505004217_73183_8063.jpg
My First Love, Gary, its strange how multi sexual names are these days, Ashley, Tony and now Gary. Isn't she just adorable. We held hands and everything