Post #4487570

This is a little story that I like to call MOBY CLIT, a small and insignificant hunt for cunt. Recently I was at a dyke event and the most palatable (to me) beer on offer was bottles of doom bar. I ordered my drink, turned down the offer of a glass and got on with my evening. The next time I went to the bar, the bartender said "is this for the lady who likes doom bar? She doesn't want a glass".