Good Monday Morning everyone! Back at it. Gym up and runni..

Good Monday Morning everyone! Back at it. Gym up and running, and things are back to normal. Finally! I am putting up another video of Mellissa. I had held on to this one because I shot it when I had my hair absolutely fried, and I look like I stuck my finger in an electric socket. I somewhat wish I was around 25 in this day and age because there are ton more gay chicks around now then there was when I was 25. I could have had a carpet munching field day. I'm just saying here. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this video of me carpet munching Melissa @modelmelissalyn . I know I enjoyed it thoroughly! I was at the bar at Charlie Horse this past Friday, and I said the word "fucking" and offended the lady next to me. The actual phrase was "are you fucking kidding me?" and was said to my friend beside me. First things first. I'm sitting at a bar in a place called "The Charlie Horse." The word "fuck" is probably going to come up here and there. Second, I didn't yell it, so why "in the fuck" are you listening to me? But, since you felt free to do so, don't complain about my language. So I repeated my phrase, "are you fucking kidding me?" She said that I have a dirty mouth. To which I replied, "I may have a dirty mouth, but I can do great things with it. Want me to show you?" She shut up after that, requested a table, and was gone rather quickly. Moral of the story? Don't sit at a bar and expect proper English. So, a public service announcement here. When I'm blowing you, and I do enjoy blowing you, do not, I repeat, do not grab my head and shove it down further or try to hold me there. One, it's rude, two, I have teeth, which serve as a gentle reminder of who is actually in charge. Thirdly, I may just punch you in the nuts. Seriously, it ruins what should be a perfect evening. I am in a drought right now. I have no sex stories to tell you. I am just striking out everywhere I go. I mean, I guess I could get laid, but the prospects don't seem fun. One guy flexed for me. Really? I wouldn't say he was stupid, he was, but I wouldn't say it. Another one said, and I quote, "you push all my buttons." I certainly wasn't trying to do that. I was looking for the mute button. My point here? I would rather hear about your job as an accountant than some goofy story where you drank to much and pissed on the dog. Real-life is so much more interesting than stories of conquest, jumping out of airplanes, hunting sharks with a fork. About two months ago, I ran into a decent-looking guy, some kind of computer IT guy. He had scraped elbows I asked him about them. Instead of some bullshit story, he spits it out that his dog stepped in front of him on a walk and down he went. I sucked him off in his car. Moral of this story? Regular shit turns me on way more than over the top crap. An oxymoron to the story? Yep, afterward, he told me he was married and felt so bad he started to cry. Massive eye roll on that one. The lesson to this story? If you are going to cry afterward because you feel guilty, stay home and play go fish—enough lessons for the day. I am learning my own lesson on how to deal with a dry spell. I do have one guy I usually spend and a few hours with every couple of weeks, but he called in sick. My mind was like hope you feel better soon, thanks for not passing it along. My box was like suck it up Mr and do what you do with your dick. I swear my twat, like your dick, has a mind of it's own. Catch you all a bit later. I am making a video to put up today, so watch for it. It doesn't get any fresher than that. Plus, I have some pics I have wanted to put up, so watch for those! Love ya, sorry for boring you to tears. Brooke.