Krafty start to the Weekend

We now bring you the marshmellow story, as it should be told:



Oh, sorry... That's not the marshmellow story. This is the Marshmellow story:

EN: Thanks for bringing up the marshmallow story. That's much appreciated. Remind me to jab your balls with my pencil the next time I see you... Just for fun.

ES: You're welcome. Thanks for mentioning that bottle. You have to admit the marshmello story is a classic and should be told. When was that, a couple years ago wasn't it? My god that was funny. How long did it take you to get all that stickiness off? If I remember it was a couple of days.

EN: Yes, but it took a week to get it completely out of my hair. I had to throw away that bra and panties too. Not to mention the price I paid to the rental shop for the damage to the costume.

I can laugh at it now yeah, but dammit there were mentors there. And you got marshmallow shit all over them. Now everytime they see goddamn marshmallows in their cocoa it's me they're going to think of. I honestly have no idea if we should tell that story, then I'll get the jokes all over again. Again, thanks.

ES: How much did you end up paying? I don't remember it getting in your hair. It did squirt out everywhere didn't it? LOL! Ohmygod stop, my side hurts from laughing. Next time they decide to do renaissance we should check the weather for overcast conditions maybe. Did Kraft ever contact you for a commercial spot after that one?

If you could tell the story, in a shortened version like almost a blurb, how would you present it? And TRY to do it without running off at the mouth... Advertise the story if you will. Impress me.

EN: I want to fucking hate you. I know this will end up cut and pasted on the blog page tonight. I see it happening I know what you're doing. Okay fine.

I paid $325.00 for the costume. Because if you remember correctly I had to buy it. Here's why
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Two years ago there was a festival here that local business owners and journalists in the alternative business community attend. That year the theme was medieval or something like that. Anyway.

I decided to not go as a deity but as a 'peasant' and the dress required an abundance of cleavage. I do not have an abundance, so I needed some help... I did not know this until shortly after picking up the dress at the shop and putting it on in the store room of this pub in the immediate area of the party.

As Shawn and I were changing for the event I realized that my breasts would not fill the top of the dress and instead gave me the 'bowl effect.'

I tried paper towels, I tried potatoes... even peanuts (try putting peanuts in your bra and setting your tit's on TOP of the peanuts... ummm NO. Shawn immediately spied the bags of marshmallows... tons of them.

This pub has a specialty drink whose specialty has marshmallows and 151... So LOTS of marshmallows in the store room.

I stuff two bags of marshmallows (large and still in the bags) into and under each cup of my bra, and in the back of my underwear to simulate my bustle(petticoat) to stick out more... Junk in my trunk style.

We go to party... My tits and ass look great and so does the costume. But it's August and 90 degrees outside and damn, the event is in the one park here that has NO trees... So I'm destined to get a little warm.

Soon my nether regions felt a little squishy... Something weird and kinda sticky was happening in my arm pit. Thank god I hadn't needed to sit down anytime soon, though it felt that perhaps my dress was more stuck to me then from just gentle perspiration.

Things get worse as time progresses and I tell Shawn of my plight. He points me in the direction of the bathroom (laughing) and on my way there I happen to run into a couple of local book authors I'm really in adoration of... I stop to chat for a moment. Another good friend of mine that owns a popular toy shop stopped to say hello to the five of us and a good conversation was brewing there.

Until... Shawn and MM decided it would be special to come up and slap me on the chest, thus having a hit-a-cream-puff-with-a-sledgehammer-effect when her hand hit my diaphram.

melted emma's breasts marshmallows went everywhere. Popped like a zit right out the top of my bustline and all over my peers... And me, and Shawn.. Who in turn smacked my ass and proceeded to burst the remaining two in tact (yet soupy) bags in my underwear. And creating the same effect down the inside of my legs.

Ever walk with your dress and thighs stuck to marshmallow fluff and all the time explaining WHY you had marshmallow bags in your bra and panties? Across a good 1.2 mile park until you reached a park bathroom with NO paper towels? Poor water supply?

(this is where you insert the distasteful ways you've teased me since.)

That's how I would tell the story. It's up to you of course how you're going to tell it, I'm sure in your case you will be sure and highlight the part where we're changing together and how you really enjoyed stuffing those marshmallows in my panties.

ES: Distasteful? Fluffy the marshmellow scout was not distasteful. If he would have made it through the mail he would have looked better. I did highlight those parts, and I don't have to add the comment about the panty stuffing. Because you just did that for me. Starfucker, I knew I kept you around for a reason.
You still ran off at the mouth though.