So I take this really cute girl from the office to dinner. The Keg on Thurlow. The dinner was outstanding. I had the prime rib, rare. She had the baseball sirloin. Lots of drinks. Good banter. I am in the zone. Its clear at this point I know I am getting some. We make our way to my place(3 blocks away). We have been pawing at each other all night, it takes about 4 minutes for us to drop the laundry and we pile into bed (I had this planned, therefore sheets were clean, pillows fluffed, yes guys think this way). She starts gobbling my pork pole, and stops. She says it tastes weird. WTF I say. My staff is clean and odor free. Then it hits me. I ordered a plate of steamed asparagus as an appy at the fuckin' Keg. I noticed the foul odour when taking a leak prior to my planned sploogefest. Damn you Keg.................Damn you all to hell................
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