Satisfaction

It was one of these evenings. One of the girls was out of lighters, so I found her one. She stuck it down her cleavage. And then it proceeded down her body. At which point she indicated that it was too small to give her pleasure anyway. Another girl picked up a pen at the table, at which we all laughed. Size matters, right? (Surely it was a man inventing the saying that it doesn't :). Another one picked up a bottle, which we all could kinda agree with. But when yet another one picked up the ice-cooler we cracked up. Enough is enough, right?

So later, when the band was playing "I caaaaan get noooo ssaaaaatisfaaaaction", we couldn't stop laughing. Sometimes life is easy.