The Girlspoke DrunkCast™, Take Three
Stamped: November 4th, 2005 | Toggle Similar
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Welcome to this week's installment of DrunkCast™. To celebrate our third episode we decided to make it a 3-way including Lexie, Casey and myself, Meme. It got pretty hot in that little recording booth and with only our overflowing wine glasses to quench our thirst it got pretty messy too. But like they say, 'Once you've had 3, you never…' wait, what do they say?
This week we dealt with the important questions on everyone's minds like world peace, sustainable development, the merits of quantum mechanics and superstring theory. But somehow those parts got editted out and we ended up with a recording of us discussing boy/girl dating/phone etiquette. Go figure.
Enjoy!
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Damn! It sucks that I don’t have speakers. And if I did, I think my colleagues would have a thing or two t say about what I was up to.
Must. Get. Internet. Access. At. Home.
you know, girls…it would be so much more helpful if you all had distinct accents.
and as for the bathroom # scenario…people seriously call those?! are they all 18 years old? i need to hear more about this from someone who’s in the know.
um….Jenna? distinct accent? i hear you about Meme and Casey but….me? you’re kidding, right?
Londoner, two words: CD BURNER.
yeah, Lexie’s the one that sounds like she has something big in her mouth….uh, choke choke.
that’s what i meant! i couldn’t differentiate between Meme and Casey.
Sorry Lexie, maybe I should have been more precise. Must. Get. Computer. At. Home.
Next time I’m on my own and have internet access, I’ll have a, ahem, ‘listen’.
you don’t have a CD burner in your computer at work?
where ARE you? a nazi warcamp? it’s an MP3, dude, you can play it on your um….discman.
if you’re technologically savvy like that.
oh, and Meme….
FUCK YOU, DUDE.
This is Blighty, Lexie. We’re so still in the metaphorical Dark Ages that we still take aspirin gargles for every health complaint from cut fingers to meningitis (and I’m not lying, sadly the kid with meningitis didn’t pull through) and are just coming to terms with having more than five TV channels.
Actually I do think there is a CD burner in the office somewhere. Better still, maybe I can get it onto my shiny new nano?
Nope, whatever software you have loaded it up in is too advanced for my steam driven ZX Spectrum.
I’ll have to wait! All good things and all that…
Lexie, there’s no CD burner on my computer at work either. In fact, the IT wankers are so afraid that we’ll fuck up our machines that they’ve locked us out of all functions except for running the basic programs that were installed on our machines when we got them. I can’t even change the goddamned clock on my computer at work without needing an administrator login.
Well, I work mostly from home and get to listen to the sound effects, music, giggles and … “oh no” at the start? Did someone pass a stone? Anyway, I’m all tech equipped for drunkcasts.
However, I don’t have a phone.
Enter rim shot. Had to say that. Yes, I do have a phone and I prefer not to wait three days to call a number found on a bathroom wall. But so far anytime I’ve called all I’ve reached was my own voice mail.
geez all the beta talk, gag.
um, i wanted to comment on the phone as a vehicle of seduction.
i mean # can be lost and found,
but the ones you have,
gush - is this starting to sound like hallmark
no, for example what’s the etiquette when the content is just lush?
i was sitting with the balcony doors swung open, letting the smoke out as i chatted with my gfriend over the phone.
i asked her if she’d just ground down on the thick seam that runs up the middle of her jeans, and she drawled out mmmyes i am now.
I knew she was lying, in bed, and had only just woken, so she certainly was not wearing jeans.
she giggled, i lied she said, but you turned me on, and i wanted you to continue.
So, what is the thing to do? My neighbors can see in through the balcony doors: me sitting back talking on the phone
How do you want to continue? i asked
Mm i’m rubbing my clit, and my pussy is moist. And now i have three fingers in me and i’m forcing them up against me
Are your curtains open i ask?
I’m stretching my petals wide she said
Oh, mm i clinched my ass and peered out across to the neighbors
i want to press the head of my cock against your lips while your fingers flitter on your clit.
i will rub a finger over your anus
and i will sit over your breasts and press my cock down over your teeth as you push your digits into me
our conversation winding together
i am a bit worried what my neighbors might be seeing now
i have three fingers into your anus as my mouth stretches against your balls and my nostrils flaring for air; i rapid-rub against my clit, and gasping for air plunge my fingers down into my wetness.
Fuck the neighbors
What? she says
oh i want to fuck you
i’m rubbing faster she says
i am in conflict, the neighbors, the phone, i mean its one thing to find a number on a bathroom wall but if you’ve made the call what’s the protocol?
Are you sure Alexi is the one who sounds like she has something in her mouth?
Lexie that “thing” in your mouth that Meme is talking about could you give it back to me please. I have been looking for it all morning, hard to walk around with an empty space between my legs (wait is that how it feels to be a woman?!?! Count me out). Thanks love.
ha that’s hilarious i made a freudian woop between lexie and my gfriend’s name, gosh
Jenna,
I’m the one high on NyQuil sounding rather congested.
You women are totally wrong about the whole phone ettiquette thing. Totally.
It’s four days, not three.
ok - back to the phonecast - indistinct accents? wtf?
Really, between the New Zealand and English strain Casey’s NyQuil voice inflects that kind of encouragement inimitably eschatological - homegrrl
i’m australian.
i feel like i’m going to have to start putting that as a disclaimer at the beginning of every drunkcast from now on.
What is the etiquette when you give out your phone number in invisible ink but no one ever thinks to hold it over a candle to make it show up? It’s such an obvious thing…
Come to think of it, that may be why I never call within three days. I always end up holding the digits over a flame, and then they seem to transform into carbon flakes.
This is a dilemna.
uh, chris,
is that anything like scatalogical?
thanks casey.
and, on chris…dude. you ok? break it down just a tad. you sound like Walt Whitman on fucking coke.
thanks jenna, kisses,
i’ll try to hold back on the crystaline abruptness - not to self-censure, but to give over at a more palatable pace,
that may involve more predicates than i’d naturally condone
what to make of that?
in awe,
c
ciao
and um casey, scatalogical, what? come on is it sooooo black and white, and it was obviously not in the realm of scat.
uuuummmm, is that what you like?