Challenge Accepted By My Son


Over the weekend we found ourselves at the mall for a bite to eat and then to see the movie Maleficent. The restaurant of choice was a Mexican one, I was voted down 4 to 1, but in my defense Casa Ole is not my favorite place in the world. To be perfectly honest, I’m not even a fan of Mexican food and I always get the same damn thing every damn time, chicken fajitas for two with all the bullshit on a side plate. Pictured above is the side plate in question which is chock full of the crap I will not be putting into my tortillas, ever. Really and truly it is an absolute waste to bring it to the table because it is rarely, if ever, touched.

This day, not unlike any other time coming to the mall (gag), my son was fired up and wanted to go to GameStop, a place he likes to try to get me to separate myself from some of my money in exchange for his newest favorite game of all time. Many times it is okay because he spends some of his money too. But not this time, this time he came with empty pockets, so he has been trying to convince me to “loan” him the money until we get home. Where is the fun in that? Then it hit me! I know how to end all of this game shopping business. I put my plate of cheese, sour cream, guacamole, pico, jalapeños, and spiced tomatoes in front of him and explained that if he cleaned the plate I would take him to GameStop to spend up to $100 any way he wanted. He looked at the plate for a few minutes and then accepted my challenge. He was allowed to eat it any way he pleased and could put it on his own food if he liked. I had so much faith in him completing this challenge that I even had a side bet going that he would do it.

As time passed he began nibbling at the edges, he planned in saving the guacamole til last because he really likes guacamole. Now, I have seen some pucker faces, I have seen some gag faces, and I have seen faces of disgust, but some if his faces were brand new to me. About ten minutes into it all my wife the party pooper decided it was over, challenge canceled. Why? Because my son sat directly across from her and she feared inevitably having projectile vomit coming her way soon based in the faces and reactions he was displaying. So, I keep my money. He said he couldn’t do any more anyways so whether it was ended prematurely by his mother is really a moog point now. But I lost my side bet because he failed the challenge.

As we discussed the challenge while walking to the movieplex I realized I had made a fatal mistake and it was now being pointed out by my son. The mistake? I said he had to clean the plate not eat everything on the plate. Eating it all was merely implied. He said he had given thought to scraping the plates contents into another plate but figured I would raise the bullshit flag in protect. I told him I would if honored it because of my oversight and his keen ability to seek the technicality. Something that won’t happen in the future I promise. As far as the movie Maleficent, I wasn’t a fan at all because Angelina Jolie was the only thing that kept me from napping. And I was surprised, we walked by GameStop twice and not a word from my son. We both learned our lessons and we will both come back next time better prepared.



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What Would You Do For A Klondike Bar?


Never, and I repeat, never, dare or bet a stripper to do anything because you will be left holding the bag when the dust settles. The latest submission to The Magic Weekend actually comes from strippers I knew in my past life as a bartender at the full nude strip club we all worked at. In the past I had always heard of their antics while off the dance floors but was never directly included in the telling of the stories, until now. Now, I have in my possession, a true story of how these two strippers exploit the nights they are working by giving some lucky bastards a show in public that they are not likely to forget anytime real soon. Before I begin with their tale I must warn y’all of some graphic language, descriptions of some adult oriented situations, and the explicit use of words describing the female and male anatomy which might be disturbing to some of my regular readers. Let’s just say that they speak rather colorfully and are pretty direct at times. As always, when I begin, it will be directly quoted from the e-mail correspondence and the picture shown is the only one I can show here out of the 20ish that were sent in. So, if we ate clear and ready to begin, here we go one more time.

“Dear Mr. Bartender “

We are sad that you aren’t around us in person anymore and wish you were still working at the club. But you aren’t and we wanted to share so we were reminded that you still write on your blog and here is something we did this past Sunday night. You know us, always joking, pranking, making bets, and challenging one another to do the strangest shit. So we were sitting around after work and I mentioned that I wanted ice cream and would do anything to have some in my mouth right now. Ella pops off and asked ‘exactly what would Stacy do for a Klondike bar?’ Well, damn, what would I do. Not knowing the answer I returned her question with a question. ‘What would you have Stacy do for that fabulously delicious Klondike bar?’ After a few minutes she replied, ‘I would have Stacy put on her tiny pink lingerie and walk into a convenience store of  my choice and see if she can get anyone to buy her a Klondike bar without Stacy ever asking for one.’ Honestly? How hard could that actually be? Well, fuck it! I want ice cream and I want it now! I accept the challenge and I will get a Klondike bar, soon, real fucking soon.

We grabbed our shit and set off for my apartment so I could get dressed for the challenge. Ella quickly finds what I am to wear and tosses it on the bed for me. We strip my clothes off and I noticed that I was a little stubbly in my bikini area and that must be fixed before I head out. Since this will be a quick I just did it at the bathroom sink so I could see better with the big mirror. After a few minutes the kitty was slick and smooth, just the I like it. Panties back on and out the door we ho to go get my fucking free Klondike bar. How will it be free? I have a master plan! We pull into the parking lot of a fucking huge convenience store but there ate only 2 other cars in the front of it. What in the hell are people doing out at 3;35 am? The cashier was busy with someone so I was able to slip in un-noticed because of the others I was with that I his behind. Sneaky wouldn’t you say? The freezer I needed to get into was over by the fountain drinks which is where it seemed everyone else was at. Time to put my plan into absolute action, I got this ice cream in the bag! Since I would follow the rules and not say anything this called for drastic measures.

In total silence I reached passed this stud of guy. He was packing so much meat in his tight little jeans that I knew he was the one. After pulling out a Klondike bar, closing the freezer door. I made eye contact with him. In return he gave me a gushing smile with a look in his eye that told me I was already getting to him. I notice a pen in his shirt pocket so I reached out and took it. First I peeled the foil from the Klondike bar and then pit it between my teeth to hold it until I was done. Then I lifted my bra and wrote, across my tits, ‘BUY ME’ and then moved down and removed my panties and wrote ‘THIS’. After I saw his eyes ho down, I took the Klondike bar from my teeth, slid it down between my tits, down my stomach, and finally I was able to slip it firmly between my pissy lips. I let go, it stayed, he looked at me first then grabbed the whole fucking box and rushed to the register and paid. I quickly got dressed and walked with him out the door. He handed the box, I grabbed the package in his meat locker for a couple tugs, and then carefully placed my open and melting Klondike bar in his mouth. He bit off a chunk, smiled, and we walked away. He got in his car of friends and I did the same. Klondike bars for everyone is what I was screaming!”

The End.

I have nothing to say at this point for some reason. I guess I could ask…….. What would YOU do for a Klondike bar?

The Dare

This weeks little story comes, again, all the way here in Houston Texas. More specifically, the tale begins in Houston and ends in Kemah Texas. I won’t waste our time explaining the logistics, just look it up on a map. Anyway, pictured above is Laura R. and out of the 30 some odd photos sent to me this was only one of two readily usable without me having to censor the rest of them. She states in her original e-mail that she wanted to send many pictures and hope that there was a suitable one. She tells an interesting story. But, who am I to judge. On the plus side the different places she writes about in her story I’m pretty familiar with. So, let’s get into her story and get this ball rolling.
“Let me just start by saying that this entire day started and ended the way it did because of a dare. Since graduating this summer from the Texas A & M University my friends have been trying to get me to go out and see the world. They have mentioned that I haven’t been out much in the last four plus years. Which is true, it’s hard to stay on the Dean’s list if one is out partying every day. After graduation I was told that I needed to just take the rest of the summer off before even attempting to take any job or offers. I agreed to it all but secretly I was seeking employment because I need an income. A few of my girlfriends got together and decided they wanted to go to the Kemah Boardwalk for the day. I was a bit reluctant because on the coming Monday I had a job interview and I wanted to be prepared. After some drinking and coaxing the night before I was beginning to like the idea but was not convinced I should be going. Then one of my closest friends laid a dare on the table. She said that they have collected $500.00 to donate to me to go and have a good time and not worry about money on that day. Perfect I thought, I’m all in. There were just two little catches. The first one was that they would give me $250.00 in advance and the remaining $250.00 when the day way over. The day was to be operating hours on the boardwalk and I had to spend the entire day there to collect the remaining half. The second part was that I had to wear the bikini they picked up for me all day with no cover, no shirt, and no shorts, just the bikini. The only things I was allowed to have with me was my shoes, my driver’s license, my cell phone, and my cash. Worried at first I then decided what the hell and just agreed.
The following morning the girls showed up at 7:30 in the morning with my new bikini and the first half of the money. After changing and getting my allowed items we all loaded up in the car and headed off to Kemah. I was told that it opens at 10:30 a.m. and closes at midnight, so I was to be there for 13 1/2 hours doing whatever I pleased just as long as I was doing something all day and well into the night. It could be whatever I wanted. After around a 45 minute drive we were sitting at the entrance. I was given the final warning that I would be watched all day and they would be here at this very spot to pick me up at midnight. I didn’t know I was going alone so know this just became a bit of a challenge. Dare accepted bitches! I got out of the car and started to walk up to the boardwalk when all I hear is cat calls, whistling, and one of the shouted that I had a great ass. Wow, they can lay it on pretty thick. I have no problem being here with only a bikini for cover. It was forcasted to be in the high 90s so it should be perfect for me to get a little sun. At 10:30 in the morning there isn’t much going on yet but the people are coming. There seems to be allot of kids and young adults arriving, probably because this is the last weekend before school starts for everyone. This should be an interesting day to say the very least. Not to sound vain but I felt like I was being stared at quite a bit. At times I felt as though I was being undressed in some people’s minds. I’m still not sure how I feel about that. My friends always told me I had the body of a stripper. I wonder if that is how they feel when they aren’t at work.
The first thing I wanted to do was ride a few rides. I had allot of time to kill. Plus I figured I could get a birds eye view of the place and try to spot my scheming little friends. After a few hours of riding I noticed the same teenage boys always in line with me and one was always there to be in the partner chair when the ride needed two people. He was cute but I had to stay focused because he was probably only 16 or 17 years old. I don’t mess with babies. There were a few rides that really bounced around and wearing only a bikini I tended to bounce just a bit as well. I noticed on more than one occasion that this blonde boy was in like a boob trance because each time I looked over to him he was tuned right in to the boobs. As flattering as this was I had to keep in mind the fact that he probably wasn’t old enough to drive and his mother was probably watching his every move. On the last ride I went on, the Drop Zone, I was a little worried because I never rode it before and didn’t really know what to expect. After a fair amount of time in the line everyone loads into the ride. The attendant made sure we were all secure in our seats and then there were a few minutes of fear while we waited for the start. Up we all went, something like 150ft up, and then without warning we dropped like a brick. When it all stopped and the ride was settled, the bar released and I went to get off the seat and found my top had shifted a fair amount. Now I felt like an exhibitionist because I was very exposed in a very public place. When I look up after adjusting my top I see the blonde boy right there making sure he didn’t miss anything. I smiled at him and he looked up and tells me thank you. Thank you? For what? I’m just glad he didn’t have his cell phone out making a video for youtube or something. After all the rides I needed a snack and a beer so I headed over to the dock side to see what I can find.
I still haven’t figured out how to politely pick a wedgie out of my ass crack so as I walked I fixed that as well. I decided that since I haven’t seen any of my friends since being dropped off that it was time to check in. Since I was being tailed by the blonde boy I motioned him to come over and help me out. I handed him my phone and asked if he could take a picture for me. He seemed a bit nervous but came right in and did what I asked. He took like 12 pictures with my phone and then asked if he could take a few on his phone. Why not, click away. I pulled him in and gave him a very tight hug and a nice wet kiss on his cheek. He began to blush a bit so I told him I would see him around and thanks for his help. I turned to see what he was doing as I walked off and he had his phone out taking pictures. I guess I was feeling a little flattered so I turned on the strut just a bit more. I finally made it over to this little bar where I ordered a Bud Light and some bbq chicken on a stick. It’s been some years since I have been here and now it seems like everything comes on a stick here now. The bartender asked for my i.d. so I pulled it out of my top and showed it to him. He watched real close as I put it back. Now, talk about expensive, a beer and some chicken on a stick was $12.00, so I was hoping both should be the best things that have ever crossed my lips. I sat there a bit, ate the chicken, it was okay but nothing real special. I had 2 more beers and decided it was time to get back to seeing what I could do or see.
I headed out for the shops to see what I might find. I wasn’t real interested in carrying bags around but if I found something I wanted or needed the I would just have to do it. I think I went into almost every shop that was there. I was in and out of my bikini trying on everything under the sun. In the end I found nothing that really suited me or the mood I was in. Every once in a while I would catch my little blonde stalker poking around. I never intentionally tried to give him a show but sometimes shit happens. Later on in the evening I found myself hungry again and decided to head over to Joe’s Crab Shack. I figured it might be the only place I would be allowed based on how I was a bit under dressed. Along the way I just happened to run into the blonde boy. This time we formally introduced ourselves to each other. I can now call him James. Since I didn’t want to eat alone I invited James to come along, my treat. James told me he is 18 but gets confused for someone younger because he has such a baby face. I believed him eventhough I should have been asking for some identification. No worries, right? I assured him that I would be buying dinner and all he had to do is be good company, no strings attached. When we sat down he took it upon himself to sit next to me in the booth. Seemed weird in the beginning but worked out because it was very loud in the restaurant. After a good two hours we decided to leave and go on ways. He got out of the booth first and extended his hand for mine. I thought this was very cute of him to do. About halfway thru the restaurant I realized that my bikini bottom had come untied on one side and I was parading around showing off what my mother gave me. After collecting the strings to retie I couldn’t help but thinking I was so glad I had shaved. My second thought was wondering if this was an accident or if my new friend James had something to do with it since it was on the side he was sitting on. I have my bets at this time but never asked because I would hate to assume it was him and be wrong. We left and said our goodbyes, but not before he gave me his cell phone number.
After such a great meal I had but one more thing to do. I had seen a tattoo place and wanted to go check it out before they closed. I wasn’t thinking about getting a tattoo at the moment but I had always had an idea of what I wanted when that day had come. I got to looking thru the art and found the perfect tattoo for me. They looked pretty busy so I didn’t even bother asking any questions and turned to just leave. Before I got out the door I heard a voice asking if there was something specific I was looking for or was I waiting on someone. Neither really. I turned around and the guy said he was done and had time if I was ready to get something done. Fine. I pointed out what I wanted, showed him where I wanted it, and we discussed price. Not knowing any better, I agreed to $85.00 to get the butterfly tattooed onto the top of my foot. I will say that it did hurt quite a bit. I didn’t bleed as much as I had thought I would. It took about 30 minutes and he said we were done. I looked down and he was right, we were definitely done. Happy with my new tattoo I left the shop. I ran into James once again and I showed it to him and we talked about this and that for a bit. It was close to midnight now and time for me to go out to the front and catch my ride. After another hug we said goodbye for the final time tonight.
Fortunately my ride was waiting right where they dropped me off. Once I got in the car and all the small talk was finished I wanted the other half of my dare money. After getting the reports of what they saw throughout the day they finally fessed up the cash. They didn’t think I would do it or that I was capable of doing it and they were very surprised that I did do it. Feeling good about the day we ended up going out to a club once we got back to Houston for a little more drinking and a whole lot of dancing. I was lucky my girlfriends were thinking ahead and brought me some clothes. I will leave the night at the club for another time because it in itself was a rough night to say the least. You’ll here from me once again, I promise.”
In the end, her story did include a hint of things with a sexual nature, she didn’t go to jail tho, it did include money that she got because of a dare between good friends, she did have a little blood happening with her new tattoo, but none of this gave her even a moment of fame. She did make a new friend and who knows will happen with that. As far as the part two to her story, I have yet to hear anything, but when I do I will be sure to share.