Lucky the Stuffed Beaver...a recent graduate lives in Halifax with 1 roommate. When his roommate goes out, he spins his "tail"s...
Published on November 28, 2004 By LuckytheStuffedBeaver In Welcome
Wow, I never thought I'd get through those crazy university days unscathed, but her I am free to live like I mean it. I decided to take off last night, left the roommate home and headed for The Palace. What can I say, people always told me that there were plenty of girls there, and well, I may be a stuffed beaver, but that doesn't mean I can't stuff another one...if ya get my drift!

So I met up with this girl...told me to call her Cameltoe, and it was easy to see why. Pants so tight that they looked like they were painted on. Dang, that girl was a definate slut if I'd ever seen one, but hey, what do I care, I just want to stuff beaver! S'anyways, she drags me outta the bar and we head to this place where she said she had a room for the night, and well, good times were had. And I thought the girls in Wolfville were nuts, after all, I've never seen anybody get that excited about wood before, and hey, I'm a beaver!

Anyways, last night was great, and I can hardly wait to hit the clubs again. Just gotta make sure to keep Dan away, he keeps trying to take them from me. Cheers y'all!

*Lucky*

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