Amidst the conversation, I started talking to some black dude named *blank*. Cool guy. We started talking about creating *whatever* and we were having a good time.
He offered me a ride back to my place. Simple enough. I said "hey, you're too drunk to drive". He came in. We had a few drinks and he passed out in my bed. I, being the congenial host that I am, pushed him over slightly and said "need some room".
I fell asleep.
Next thing I know, I wake up with a black man humping my ass and calling me "Maria". Good God. I like to play kinky but that's just a bit much. For all things holy, he was still asleep and I still had my drawers firmly attached to my waist.
Have you ever had a black man pump your rear?
...
Wait, I don't want to hear the answers to that.
I'll just chalk this up to one of those "Rocketpig" things. Heh. I've been in bizarre situations before and this one is RIGHT UP THERE with the strangest shit that's ever happened to me.
Merry Christmas. To me, apparently.

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