4.04.2007

Playing Team Sports

Here at Exxy HQ, we play favorites.

Our favorite Canadian posted this timely blog, just as I was about to share with everyone my new favorite game. That I was introduced to while surreptiously checking out the plainclothes CHP cops working our event the other day. (The entire California Supreme Court was in attendance, and they had to make sure the justices could get from Point A to B without breaking a sweat. Or having any fun.) I was really hoping for US Marshalls, but the state boys were good enough.

My new little slave pointed to the hottest of the group and said, "my team." She then pointed to a less attractive one and said, "your team." And that's the game. You pick your teams based on hottness. You basically get dibs on who you'd fuck based on how quickly you name them to your team.

It's also great when you're comparing straight and gay. You know, trying to guess who plays for what team.

And it's so much better than fantasy baseball or whatever the hell is going on now that April has come back around.

For more team sports: go here (not really safe for work, but whatever).

Oh, and to everyone who's come around looking for pictures of my autographed tits: you're welcome. And hello!

9 comments:

DrinkJack said...

The next step is to pin post-it notes on their chest with "Mine"...

Ghetto Photo Girl said...

Ooh, Jackie! Great idea!!!

Dan said...

Great. So just like elementary school... just another thing for which I'm going to be picked last. Oh, the trauma.

Jeen Yes said...

how many teams are in this league? does the winner get a trophy or just a raunchy orgy? prizes make everything more fun!

Ghetto Photo Girl said...

Well, JY. There's your team and there's my team. Prizes include the hottest of the bunch.

Tonight I was at a trendy downtown bar with a couple of hotties. The slave claimed the super hottie to her team. I claimed the other one. They bought us drinks. We both won. See how it's a win-win situation?

Jeen Yes said...

regular season championships are nice. but i'm talking about the postseason here. all the little prizes are nice to win along the way, but there's gotta be a grand prize at some point. nevertheless, JY digs this game. good stuff.

Ghetto Photo Girl said...

JY, the prizes are completely up to you. Do you want to fuck the girl on your team? Then you gotta close the deal.

It's really that simple.

Cowboy said...

The only problem with women checking out men is that there's a lot less to check out: a vague lump in the crotch, and an ass. Men have it made, we've got an amusement park of eye candy


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I kid you not

Ghetto Photo Girl said...

J: men are much more visual creatures than women. We just need to check out the face and how the clothes hang in order to get a sense of what we're dealing with. Killer smiles win massive points.

But you do have it made when it comes to knowing ahead of time what you get to play with. It is VERY disappointing when the hot guy who's been getting you liquored up all night takes you home and you realize there's less to play with than you'd like.

Very.