I made out with a cougar right in the bowling alley parking lot next to the dumpster and the ash trays. She was classy but I brought her down to my level; if it wasn’t for the cheap blush wine and the plate of tater tots I bought her I’d have struck out at the bowling alley tonight – and not one of those good strikes you want while bowling. Ugghh it’s a good think I didn’t use that line or I really would have stuck out – I can still smell her penis breath (not mine) on my shirt. I think I’m in love!
