We were out at Springbok again tonight. As usual, a great time had by all. It happened to be my birthday yesterday, so everybody and their mother was buying me drinks. Hot mothers, that is…we’re talking MILF status, for sure.
Springbok is a really nice, chill spot. It caters to a wide variety of people, full of shenanigans, And we all know how much I adore shenanigans. I live, breathe, eat and shit shenanigans, so it is definitely the spot for me. If you recall, I wrote about my last time there, which ended in a massive cockblock. Tonight was not looking great, but turned out pretty sweet.
I was talking up this chick, that happened to have a boyfriend. Usually I call bullshit on the boyfriend card, until they have undeniable proof there is one. Why, you ask? Well, in my experience, even the chicks that are in to you, will pull the boyfriend card, just to keep themselves “safe,” whatever that means. But tonight, I was chatting up this cutie pie named Corissa. She was pretty into me, but was saying she had a boyfriend. Of course, like any red-blooded American, I called shenanigans on the spot.
Low-and-behold, Corissa’s boyfriend shows up. What a kick in the nuts. But I’m not phased. I am the Redmanthatcould, afterall. Like the Marines, I don’t die – I just go to titty hell and regroup. So I am outside, waiting to call it a night, and what do I see? Yep, you called it – Mandy is outside! So in about six seconds, I call Mandy over, and she tells me how it is.
Apparently the night after I tried to chat up Mandy the last time, she broke ties off with her boyfriend. Can I get a “score!” from the audience? Nice! So of course, I swoop in like the absolute stud I am. Mandy text me her number, and we are all set. Need I remind everyone that Mandy had an amazing set of tits, cute face, and banging body all around. She is probably DTF (down to fuck, for those of us not in the know), so I am ready and waiting.
My time has come, Mandy. This will be an adventure, no doubt. And as always, good times at Springbok. Amen!
