A Night at the San Francisco Giants County Fair: A Post in Shitty iPhone Photos
Dylan brought me Pepperidge Farm goldfish in lieu of trying to win me one that I'd "just end up killing."
"Quality You Can Ride?" Looks like someone is familiar with my biggest weakness...
No people means no lines which means we rode everything as many times as we wanted... Better than an orgasm, according to Maura's face. (She's in the middle. Because you couldn't figure that out on your own.)
Who doesn't wear white linen pants and Tory Burch flats to the county fair?
Me & Maura in front of The Zipper... the ride that would later slam my face violently into a metal pole. As far as I can tell, it's not a fair if you don't spill beer all over yourself, lose a Tiffany pearl earring your mom gave you for your college graduation, and wake up covered in painful bruises.
That description also works for sex. Obviously.
And finally... Me going up and down and up and down on a giant cock. Just LOOK at that smile.
The perfect ending to a night that was far better than fair.
