Fuck....Missing a week of the Cage is like missing a year of therapy...

So, last week I was having a business lunch with several people, and this 25 year old, HOT, recent Business school grad, "Sara", was talking about the latest internet marketing paradigms and enjoying some plain tapioca pudding. I found my mind drifting from whether I might want to hire this chick to imagery like this:



I said to myself "SELF! Enough, buy the girl a drink and focus..." So I bought her a martini...but it was no use:




So later, after lunch, the group took a Boat tour of the Bay, and it was Sunny. So Sara put on some Suntan lotion on her face to protect her fair complexion, and instead of appreciating her concern for her skin, all I could think was this:




Its good to be back...its obvious I arrived just in time for my own sake.

For a minute I thought you meant that guy Sick Fuck aka Le Sick Fuck that used to post here.

Personally I think you should have told her that martini was for the soul purpose of bringing your screen cap fetish to life. She might have been into it... then again she might have freaked out and threatened that she was going to bring you up on some imaginary rape charge. You would have to then chop her up, plastic bag all the pieces you know and hide the evidence in your basement freezer. Only to find out your girlfriend mistook her zip locked pieces for steak and you just had the business school grad lovingly made into a "steak and potatos" dinner.