Once again Pottahawk exceeded expectations. Although I somehow feel there weren't as many boats as last year, probably due to high gas prices and the fact the day got off to such an overcast start.
However, as if by some magical decree, at 12PM on the nose, the skies cleared and the sun beat down with monotonous regularity.
Again this year there were some camera issues, so I did my utmost to bring you the best the day had to offer. Sadly I didn't manage to get the menage et trois- girl on girl show in front of the floating sound system. If you were there, you know what I mean and were treated to some nice nakedness, the obligatory nipple suck and a smattering of oral on a Velcro strip, all to the pounding thrust a water-filled dance club.
Also, I did manage to get the other solo show, once again, if you were there, you know what I mean. However, I couldn't get close enough for the mustache ride or the beer bottle insertion past the Ol' meat curtains.
Check back over the coming weeks for the many Pottahawk features at Strangedaze. From, "Where's Johnny Wad" to "the babes of Pottahawk" and "Celebrity sightings", you'll find it here. And if I don't have it, I'll do my best to find it elsewhere and post it here.
One final note: To the chick who I shot with the water canon who had such a sour look on her face, "get over yourself", it's Pottahawk you fuckin' bimbo.
If I really wanted to cause you grief I would have taken your picture, photo shopped a hairy superfunkatastical third tit under you armpit and posted it here, so even your father would stop tapping your ass.
To the rest of my Pottahawk brethren thanks for your continued patronage.
2 comments:
Hell, maybe she was afraid of getting wet. I'm sure you know what I mean.
Yes I do and that was a pretty big water canon I was packing.
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