Name: Preston

Age: 27

I was camping with some friends on New Years weekend.  We like to take our Quads out in the winter and spend all weekend riding, drinking, and cooking our meals on the grill.

It was our last night in Glamis so we were doing some heavy drinking.  A few other camp sites came together and things started to get interesting.  One thing I love about Glamis are the girls we call “bro hoes”.  Bro hoes are girls who go out to the desert but most of the time have no idea how to ride a dirt bike.  You’ll often see them walking around in cut off jean shorts and bikini tops.

Long story short, I somehow ended up stumbling back to my camper with a “Bro Hoe”.  Everything was coming together nicely for a few moments.  Her face wasn’t much to look at but she did have the body of a swim suit model.  Things were starting to heat up when I felt my stomach give a grumble.  I stopped momentarily to see if the stomach pain would go away.

Just as I was about to continue, I felt the grumble go from my stomach into my throat.  I tried to pull away but it was too late.  I blew chunks all over her torso and parts of her legs while I was scrambling to the bathroom.  When I came back, she was no where to be found.  I didn’t really blame her though because the smell was pretty atrocious.

There are no showers in the desert, so I am pretty sure I ruined her weekend.

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