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Date Night | Huntana

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 20:21:34 -0400

“I am so hungry I’m probably going to be drunk in like three sips. I haven’t eaten anything all day,” Santana commented, receiving the large champagne bottle from him and taking a long swig. She shook her head, trying to wrap it around what the hell was happening, the entire thing still not really hitting her. “Fuck if I know what we’re going to do. I guess just go through with it? Try and be Yolanda and Julio?” A burst of laughter escaped her lips as she tried to finish the sentence. Yolanda and Julio? How the hell could they be mistaken for these people? Taking another long sip from the bottle, she nearly spilled it on herself as the limo came to a stop. Her eyes as wide as saucers when the realization of what kind of people they were trying to portray hit her. “Let’s do this, Julio,” the Latina said before kissing hunter quickly, squeezing his thigh gently.

Stepping out of the limo, Santana couldn’t see anything due to the flashes of the many cameras in front of them. She tried to give her best smile and and posing with her tattooed boyfriend for the cameras. She couldn’t lie, the feeling of everyone screaming for her - well, Yolanda - and taking pictures and all of the attention on them was exactly what Santana wanted. This feeling. Everyone loving her and her talent, and the Latina was revelling in it. When the flashes finally stopped, the feeling didn’t go away for her and she contined to wave at the fans and cameras. She didn’t realize that the people watching them were finally figuring out that they weren’t Yolanda and Julio. She was only taken out of her trance when she heard Hunter swear. Then her face fell. “Oh my god,” she said quietly to Hunter, not sure what they should do.

Thinking on her feet, literally, she bent down, pulling Hunter with her. Keeping her voice low, she began to give him the plan. “I’m going to take my heels off and we’re going to run as fast as we fucking can back into the direction of the hotel.” She made eye contact with him, making sure that he knew the deal as she took off her heels and grabbed his hand, darting off in the complete opposite direction of the angry screaming fans.

They were done for. Hunter knew it and he could practically feel the realisation sink into Santana until she knew it too. The paparazzi were angry, the fans were angry, the clipboard lady was definitely angry. And he figured, somewhere far far away and probably drunk off her face, Yolanda was angry. And so, in the true nature of being honest and fair human beings, they got their asses out of there faster than they ever had before. Keeping his hand firmly interlinked with hers, they raced down the street, Hunter pulling her suddenly off ino the smaller side streets incase anyone was following them. He had heard a rather menacing ‘HEY WAIT’ as they had bolted and he had had a feeling it wasn’t going to be a very happy guy on the other end of it.

After 15 minutes of running and until they really couldn’t anymore, they stopped on some random street, both hunching over to catch their breath and Hunter finally taking off the ridiculous tie. ‘Well,’ he started, still trying to gulp down breaths of air. ‘I would’ve preferred the fucking steak to be honest.’ He looked over to Santana and couldn’t help the large grin from spreading acoss his face. ‘Fucking hell, babe.’ Straightening up, he walked over to her, taking his both hands to cup the back of her head and pull it forward, placing a kiss on her dampened forehead. ‘I’m keeping the suit,’ he said against her skin, his breathing starting to get back to normal. ‘I feel like a spy. And I like it, as much as it fucking sucks to admit.’

It was only then that it dawned on him that they had no idea where they were. They had aimed for the hotel but had missed it by a mile. ‘Wait, where the fuck are we?’

Date Night | Huntana

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 19:31:00 -0400

satanhoepez:

Santana had no time to look for Hunter to see what he was doing, as she had about five people with their hands attached to her at once. And not in a good way. She could hear people yelling behind her to get her hair done so she could get into her dress. Who the hell was Yolanda and where was she going? “You can’t keep running off like this, Yolanda,” the large woman said breathlessly. “Tonight is a big night for you; you can’t just blow it off!” Santana just rolled her eyes; she imagined that’s what Yolanda would do. Obviously this bitch doesn’t care about whatever it is that she has to do or she’d be here. When the makeup artist finally stepped away for a quick minute, she could see Hunter coming back to her, apple in hand and what looked like a greeting card in the other. “Thanks boo, what’s th-?” She began, before being cut off by Hunter’s gestures. Raising her eyebrows as she looked at the card. “Best New Single?” She mouthed to the tattooed boy, adding a shrug.

Just as she was about to lift the apple to her mouth, the flamboyant elf man swatted it out of her hand. “Do you want the tabloids taking pictures of you with apple in your teeth, Yolanda? Jesus, just think a little and stop being such a dumb bitch.” Santana opened her mouth to say something back to him, but was cut off by a woman putting lipstick on her lips as he fluttered away. “That man should be fired,” She said to the woman who gave her an expressionless face back. “So should you, bitch.” Santana snapped. She was embracing her full Yolanda, and really she just wanted some damn food.

After her hair and makeup were done, her dress was taken off of her and another, more fancy dress was slipped over her head. “Okay people, the limo’s here. Are we all ready?!” Santana was then pushed towards the exit of the suite, Hunter waiting outside already, looking extremely dapper. “Well hey boo. Don’t you look smart?” Santana said, giving him a quick kiss when no one was looking before they were shoved into the elevator once more.

Finally in the limo, and the large woman and the fluttery man were out of sight. Turning her head to look at Hunter, she was almost speechless. What the hell just happened? “Are we going to actually walk down this red carpet as Yolanda and Julio? Whoever the fuck they are.”

Hunter had never had as many men touch right next to and over his crotch, than he had when being fitted for the right size tux for this event. No sooner had he started to tuck into the piles of food that were apparently poison to most of the people in that room, had he been pulled into the second room of the suite and stripped down to just his underwear. He felt violated and continued to do so all the way to the entrance of the place, fiddling irritatedly with his tie as he waited for Santana. His gameface returned however just seconds later as she appeared and they were both presented with an extremely flash limo, them being ushered into it as rushed and flustered as every other thing that had happened to them that night. No wonder they hadn’t realised it wasn’t these two mystery celebrities they were preparing for this award show, none of the team had even stopped to take a look at their faces properly.

Luckily, as the limo took off down the street, they realised they were completely alone. ‘What the fucking fuck?’ Hunter breathed out, relieved that he was actually allowed to speak again normally. ‘I have no fucking clue. But wait.’ He looked aroung them, mind set on something and not letting the conversation continue until he found that thing. ‘Aha!’ he exclaimed after a couple moments of searching, producing a fresh bottle of champagne from the mini fridge that was disguised within interior fabric. ‘Like hell do we know where we’re going but at least we can be drunk whilst doing it.’ He popped the cork sloppily and took a swig, handing her the bottle just after. ‘So what’s the plan, babe? I mean, this shit has gotta end soon. The fuck do I look like a Julio?’ However, no sooner had they set off for this awards thing, were they pulling back up to the pavement, the relatively still silence of outside suddenly amped up to full volume, screaming fans of whoever was going to be at this thing being ever present. ‘Fuck,’ Hunter mumbled in response, turning to Santana looking absolutely helpless. ‘Well… I guess… See you on the other side?’ He shrugged sheepishly before finally accepting their fate and opening the door. ‘Here we go.’

The flashes of cameras was blinding and the roaring of the crowds seemed to take over all of Hunter’s senses as he followed Santana out into the extremly warm Tuesday evening. All eyes were on them. Excited eyes, full of hope that they’ll get the best picture of the night, the camera lenses as long as a man’s arm and the photographers packed together as tight as sardines. It was electric. But not for long. As the two were fully revealed, excited became confused and the screaming and cheering started to wane as people caught a glimpse of the imposters. ‘Fuck,’ Hunter repeated under his breath.

Date Night | Huntana

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:14:43 -0400

satanhoepez:

Santana rolled her eyes at the James Bond comment, wishing she would have taken a picture of the toothy grin on his face. Just as the bartender was coming back over to them, that Latina’s eye on her drink, she was yanked out of her bar stool. Nearly breaking her ankle as she landed wrong in her heel, she turned to the woman who had a death grip on her hand, “Who the f-,” Santana was cut off by the woman talking loudly over her. Furrowing her brow, she pulled her arm out of the large, loud woman’s hand. Not giving them a second to think, she and Hunter took their drinks from the bartender before being grabbed again and hurried off by the woman. Her head was spinning and she had no idea what the fuck was happening. Glancing over at Hunter with a confused look, she took his advice and decided to follow the rude ass woman.

“You can take your hands off me now,” Santana snapped, really not appreciating this woman’s sweaty hands on her. “Don’t get sassy, Yolanda. I was wondering all over this damn hotel for you and Julio.” Blinking her eyes and taking a sip of her drink as they rushed down the hall to the elevator. Who the fuck was Yolanda? And Julio? Keeping her mouth shut for the rest of the ride up the elevator, she exchanged glaces with Hunter, trying to figure out who the hell this woman was and what they were doing. The elevator stopping on the top floor, they were practically pushed out and into the nearest suite. “Calm down, woman. Dios.” Entering the suite, Santana’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. There were people everywhere; stations. Furrowing her brow to try to figure out what the hell was going on, a small man fluttered up to them, making large hand gestures as he spoke. “Yolanda, darling, don’t scrunch your eyebrows up, you’ll get wrinkles, you big slut. Now, come on, let’s get your hair and makeup done. You’re gonna look fierce.”

Santana’s stomach was growling all the while this was happening and Hunter was just stood in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do. Trying to get his attention, she snapped at him. “Hun-,” she cut herself off, remembering that that wasn’t his name. “Julio, babe, will you bring me some food please?” She asked pointing to the food trays sitting on the table near him. “Food? No, Yolanda this is your first event, you don’t want to turn into some fat cow, now do you?” The extremely flamboyant man said. As they woman behind her began to do her hair, Santana could feel her stomach eating her from the inside out as she made eye contact with Hunter, mouthing, “Food. Now.” The large woman came back into the room, shouting, “The limo will be here in twenty minutes, people, let’s make this happen!”

Hunter followed obediently behind the obviously important ‘Yolanda’, intrigued by the whole ridiculous situation. He figured at any moment they were going to be found out, a friend of this girl was about to step forward and completely blow their comver and yet, he kept his mouth zipped, wondering what the hell was about to happen next. And really, he didn’t expect what actually did happen, at all.

On their entrance to the suite they were being lead to, Hunter’s eyes went as round as saucers, the lavish and over the top decor hitting him right in the face and knocking him for six. Well that, and the extensive amount of people buzzing here there and everywhere. It appeared as if they were preparing for something, the atmosphere in the air being electric. The campest guy he’d ever heard, broke him out of his state of shock and awe and Santana was soon whisked away by him, taken to some sort of table to start whatever the hell they were going to do to her. This window of opportunity gave him time to actually look around and figure out exactly who they being mistaken for, the guy too scared to open his mouth incase he was caught out. They’d got this far, why not push to take it even furthur? Hearing a snap, he spun back round to answer Santana, her requests for food putting a sly grin on his face. She was playing along too. Walking as casual as he could muster over to the food table, he spotted a large amount of fruit and flower baskets lining pretty much every surface of the room. Congratulations cards stuck out of them in all angles and after a quick bit of snooping, Hunter came to the conclusion that this Yolanda was actually kind of a big deal down here in Puerto Rico. Well she was going to be. The girl had been nominated in Best New Single in some awards show and he guessed tonight was the night that she was going to possibly claim her prize.

Grabbing an apple and one of the more detailed cards, Hunter sauntered over to Santana, trying to not make a big deal of placing both the items in her hands and gesturing sneakily with his eyes towards the writing, waiting for her to catch on. ‘I’m telling you, I’m James fucking Bond,’ he repeated, the pride of his detective work unfortunately being cut short by three hair stylists budging him out the way to work on his girlfriend’s hair. The look on her face was a damn picture and he knew he couldn’t miss the opportunity for a Kodak moment so he fumbled around in his pocket to grab his phone. Little did he know, there wasn’t just a make up brush there for Santana, there appeared to be one there for him too. Coming at him like a rabid bear on crack, one of the many people in that room stepped towards him with a handful of god knows what, the intention in their eye being blantantly obvious. Hunter looked up just in time and look a swift step backwards. ‘Touch my face wth that shit, I promise you’ll wish you were never born,’ he warned in a deadpan voice. The young girl opened her mouth to reply but before she or anyone could protest, the woman that seemed to be running the whole show, walked back into the room once more. ‘Right guys, we’re to arrive at the venue in T-minus 8 minutes. Let’s GO, GO, GO.’

Date Night | Huntana

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 22:42:49 -0400

satanhoepez:

After the two of them took their much needed shower, Santana gave him one last kiss and pushed Hunter out of the bathroom so she could do her hair. Blowdrying and curling her hair perfectly, she walked back into their room to change. She pulled on a pair of black lace underwear and a matching bra before slipping a simple black dress over her head. Facing the mirror, the Latina ran her hands down her sides, looking at herself from every angle, finally deciding that she looked classy enough, but still as hot as Santana Lopez usually is. When she was finally ready, she turned to see Hunter fiddling with his eye and looking adorable as ever, though she would never make the dire mistake of telling him that ever again. Stepping to him to help adjust it, she pulled him to her by his tie. Humming in approval, she pressed another kiss to his lips. “Boo, you know I love it when you dress up, you don’t look like a dumbass.”

Santana called out a quick goodbye to everyone who was still in the house before they headed out to the hotel. Taking his hand in hers and not caring if he protested or not, they started their trek. When he asked her about last night, Santana shut her eyes and shook her head disgracefully. “I was too damn drunk, that’s what happened. We went out for ladies night at this club that does half price drinks for girls,” Santana began to explain, “And we were just getting shots on shots. The DJ was really good, too, and for a ladies night, there were surprisingly a lot of guys there.” Running her hand through her dark hair, Santana nodded adamantly. “Yes, we definitely had a good night. Rachel more than the rest of us, I think.” As they continued walking, they were quickly approaching the hotel and she could feel her stomach growling at her for some food. “Ay dios. Hopefully it’s not crowded and we can get a seat.” However, of course with their luck, it was very crowded and the hostess told them that she’d call their name when a table was ready. “We might as well get a few drinks while we wait?” Santana suggested, leading Hunter to the bar and taking a seat.

Hunter’s eyes narrowed as Santana talked about the night, the rest of the words fading away as she put a notable amount of emphasis on how many guys were there. Turning to her to say something, he thought against it, shutting his mouth promptly and turning back forwards to make sure he didn’t bump into any angry Puerto Ricans. He actually was trustful enough in the girl to know that she wouldn’t do anything like that again. And it was a weird feeling. ‘That girl is an overnight party animal,’ he chuckled in response, having always had a kind of soft spot for the young diva ever since their stay in the hospital on the ski trip. ‘I heard her going on ‘bout round 2 tonight. I’m pretty sure she was still trashed when I saw her.’ Shaking his head in amusement, they finally reached the hotel which meant they were that much closer to the restaurant and so that much closer to the posh food. Hunter was buzzing as they walking in and so nearly punched out the hostess as she came over, cheery and bright, to tell them that the had to wait at least a half hour for a table. ‘Sure thing,’ he replied through gritted teeth at her, the girl’s eyes widening followed swiftly by her exit, leaving them to peruse the bar.

‘Well at least we can drink,’ he reasoned with himself as he took a seat by the bar, sliding onto a stool and waving over the bartender, ordering both their usual drinks. As soon as the guy glided down the bar to get them, Hunter turned back to Santana with a huge, goofy grin. ‘I felt like fucking James Bond,’ he exclaimed, obviously proud of himself. Before he could go on any furthur however, their conversation was cut straight in half as a bustling woman, clipboard and blackberry in hand, jogged over and met the two of them. ‘Well there you are,’ she said in a hurried tone aimed mostly at Santana, already pulling the girl down from her chair and fussing over her like a mother and her child. Except… harsher. ‘Everyone’s been looking all over for you, where the hell have you been?!’ She peered over at the bar and spotted the drinks. ‘Surprise, surprise.’ Shaking her head knowingly, she ushered over the bartender and pointed at the two drinks. ‘These. To go. We’ve got places to be.’ And so with that, the pair of very confused teenagers were pulled away into the crowd without another seconds thought that they might possibly have the wrong people. As Hunter caught Santana’s eye on their exit, they both shared a look of pure puzzlement, gesturing at the woman. ‘Just go with it,’ he mouthed towards her, figuring that a night with this chick was bound the reap some sort of reward. If not just the free drinks.

Date Night | Huntana

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 21:52:00 -0400

satanhoepez:

A large smile spread on her face when Hunter agreed to go to dinner and Santana jumped out of the chair to collect her things. “You do need some meat on your bones, skinny boy,” she teased, bending down to place a quick kiss on his lips. Rolling her eyes at his obnoxious yawning and stretching and general existence, she began to follow him towards the door. “Yes, clothing is required. Wear your best because I want to rip it off you later.” The Latina said with a smirk, wrapping her thin arms around his waist and pulling him close to her. Standing on her tip toes, she placed another, long kiss to his lips. Pushing him through the door, the two of them made their way up to the master bedroom they were staying in.

Before he could do anything, Santana grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to her, their bodies pressed close. “I love you,” she said simply, looking up into his eyes, a large smile on her face once again. She couldn’t lie, she’d been really happy lately and he was part of the reason. Things were back to the way they should have always been and she was so thankful for it. Getting ready to go off to school in August made her extremely stressed, and somehow he helped her not to be.

Stripping off her bikini, the tanned and naked Latina turned to go get ready. “I’m going to grab a shower quick,” she started as she walked towards the door. Turning back to him with a smirk, she added, “You coming or no way?”

Hopping the stairs two by two, Hunter wracked his brains as to what he was actually going to wear to this restaurant, knowing his “best” was probably going to turn out to be skinny jeans and a tank top if his suitcase had anything to say about it. Actually thinking about what clothes he had to put on was always an unwelcome chore and so the light grab of his wrist and sudden invasion of his space was a very welcome distraction. He couldn’t hide the wide smile the very gradually spread across his face as he heard those three words said so sweetly to him, his arms wrapping round her and pushing them closer together. ‘I love you too,’ he replied, the words still sounding so strange to him and yet weirdly right in some way or another. Watching her break away and go off to the shower, already missing the contact (as pussy as that sounded), he turned towards his open suitcase, the clothes slowly starting to spread across the floor and he dived in, determined to find that button down that he swear he threw in. His search came to an abrupt halt however, as he was given an offer he really could never refuse. ‘Today’s your lucky day, babe,’ he grinned, almost diving into the bathroom after her.

After a very, very long shower where really not much cleaning got done for the majority of it, the pair of them were out of it, putting on their smartish clothes and preparing to leave. ‘This tie doesn’t make me look like a dumbass, does it?’ Hunter questioned, rearranging to awkward thing for the millionith time as Santana messed around in the mirror. ‘C’mon, let’s go. My stomach’s about to start chowing down on my fucking liver.’

They chose to take the journey on foot, the restaraunt only being a few blocks away so it giving them a chance to enjoy the sun whilst walking hand in hand. They passed a couple of the McKinley group, the kids getting a wave from Santana whereas recieving a much less than enthusiastic nod from Hunter. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, he just had no effort to actually talk to them. That was his way. ‘So what even happened last night?’ he piped up minutes later the appearance of her friends sparking the memory. ‘You seem shitfaced in the text. You have a good night?’ On the distance he could see what looked like a fancy restaurant but he wasn’t sure, leaving it to Santana to declare the place.

Date Night | Huntana

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 20:46:15 -0400

satanhoepez:

Santana and Hunter had spent a good portion of the day by the pool, not doing much but relaxing. Her headache had finally gone away and Santana wanted to go out that night with her boyfriend. Well, her boo. She wasn’t sure if he was her boyfriend or not at this point, but she knew that they were having a lot of fun together and things were finally working without any major problems, so the Latina really didn’t want to chance it. They were happy and that’s all that mattered to her.

Getting out of her lounge chair, Santana made the short distance to Hunter’s and sat with him. “Well hey, boo,” she said with a small smirk followed shortly by a quick kiss on the lips. Resting her head on his chest she looked up at him with a bigger smile. After a bit of comfortable silence, she tracing her tanned pointer finger on one of his tattoos, she finally spoke up again. “So there’s this really nice restaurant at the hotel a few blocks away,” Santana began, running the idea by him, “And apparently the food is really good. Do you wanna go tonight? Daddy’s treat.” She couldn’t tell if he was leaning towards wanting to go or not, his facial expressions not really giving the answer away. “They don’t ID at the bar,” she added, hoping to sway him if she hadn’t already. Santana just wanted to have an actual date with him, them going out somewhere, not just them going to hers and having sex. Getting impatient, she hit a small patch of sunburn he got that day, “Oh come on, do you want to go or not?”

Hunter laid, sprawled out lazily on his lounge chair, sunglasses on and body cooking in the scorching Puerto Rican sun. He wasn’t usually one to be “at one” with himself or really enjoy being peaceful and tranquil at all but even he couldn’t even lie, he’d never felt this contented in his entire life. School was over, his girlfriend/best friend/fuck buddy/love of his life was sat just a couple metres away and he had the best part of a badly made mojito held loosely in his hand. Life was pretty damn sweet. For once, that is.

Hearing a shift next to him, he felt Santana walk over and lay down wordlessly on his lounge chair with him, Hunter grunting in reponse as he wiggled a bit to accomodate her slight body. He took a sip of his drink and laid his head back down, licking his lips and getting back to enjoying the sun. He was so zoned out, that he barely even heard her question as she spoke up, eventually registering she was talking and inclining his head towards her to see what she was saying. And he couldn’t lie, the proposal seemed nice. Good food in a good place. The possibility of bathroom sex. It was all looking good. But then, thinking furthur into it, he realised he’d have to actually move from his extremely comfortable spot, put on shoes and probably a tie and shit and really, his body was telling him that there was no way in hell. Opening his mouth to protest, he was cut off by her very next sentence, his ears immediately pricking up at the mention of alcohol which was very soon followed by an enthusiastic agreement. ‘Fucking right, I’m in,’ he finally responded, stretching out one arm and then the next to throw some life into his unused limbs. ‘I feel like a damn African kid, I’m so hungry.’

Hunter, after an exaggerated show of stretching out the rest of his body, went to walk inside to get ready. ‘Wearing a shirt and pants is like, necessary and shit in these places, right?’ he asked over his shoulder, stopping at the back door to wait for a response.

text - It was ladies night, that's why. We'll go another night. Be ready in 10!

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 16:50:31 -0400

Text: But I make the prettiest fucking lady. Psh. Sure thing.

text - Last night was... it was something. Come to the pool with me?

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 16:20:46 -0400

Text: It seemed it. The fuck you going out drinking without me? Shame on you. ‘Course. I need to sun this pale ass skin.

text - BOOO I LOVE YOU AND ALCOHOL AND BOTH TOGETHER LETS GETDRUNK SOON OKAY BYE.

Tue, 19 Jun 2012 15:54:56 -0400

Text: Well hey, drunkski.

To wherever the fuck my dad is.

Sun, 17 Jun 2012 19:21:15 -0400

Hope you had a shitty ass day. Love, your bastard son.

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Wed, 13 Jun 2012 23:42:35 -0400

satanhoepez: I don’t wanna have any fun with that face. At all.

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 22:49:12 -0400

satanhoepez:

I don’t wanna have any fun with that face. At all.

satanhoepez: On second thought… keep your raunchy ass at your place. No one wants to see...

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 22:42:22 -0400

satanhoepez:

On second thought… keep your raunchy ass at your place. No one wants to see that.

You’re no damn fun, woman.

satanhoepez: Of course I do. Get your ass over here.

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 22:34:34 -0400

satanhoepez:

Of course I do. Get your ass over here.

satanhoepez: Where do I put the cash when you’re butt ass naked? Shit. You make a good point.

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 22:26:06 -0400

satanhoepez:

Where do I put the cash when you’re butt ass naked?

Shit. You make a good point.

satanhoepez: Can I pay with a credit card? Nope. It’s cash in the waistband or no deal.

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 22:20:41 -0400

satanhoepez:

Can I pay with a credit card?

Nope. It’s cash in the waistband or no deal.

satanhoepez: You should have come in and given me a show. I charge a high rate.

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 22:10:06 -0400

satanhoepez:

You should have come in and given me a show.

I charge a high rate.

satanhoepez replied to your post: Guess who drove naked through town to get me some Italian ice? You...

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 21:53:22 -0400

satanhoepez replied to your post: Guess who drove naked through town to get me some Italian ice?

You were driving around naked and didn’t even inform me? Rude.

I drove past your house and mooned, you just didn’t catch it.