Hello…did you think that I had given up already? Never! I have just been really busy, I know too busy for you? But yes, too busy. After telling you about Joe and my little encounter at Denny’s, I thought I would share a few more with you and trust me, there are lots of Denny stories. (all completely true I might add) So here is another one that I thought your might enjoy.  First I guess I should tell you that this particular Denny’s is located in a small town, yes it is right off a major interstate but you know how many little sleepy towns are along the way. There really isn’t anything there except Denny’s and a Sheetz truck stop, so at that time if you wanted a drink, Denny’s was the place to go. There we several locals, other than me, that frequented this little eight stool bar. There was one girl in particular. I had known her for years, a really sweet person, I guess she was about 30 at the time. I’ll call her Jenny. As I said Jenny was a really sweet person, however she was very over weight. Now the only reason that I mention that is so you can get a good visualization of her as I tell you what happened one night. She’s blonde, natural I think, and she is very out spoken. There is one thing that I can honestly say, she can put away more Jack Daniel’s then anyone I have ever seen and I have seen alot of Jack drinkers. Jenny liked to show off her tits, yes, you heard me right. I’m not really sure why, I often thought that since she was so large that it was just her way of saying, “I’m big, I know it, so get over it.” I remember many times she would ask someone if they wanted to see them and unlike me and Joe’s 9½ incher, of course anyone she asked would say yes. And even if there was that occasional person that didn’t want to see them, she showed them anyway. I’m tell you, the girl was proud of those puppies. Well maybe puppies isn’t really the right word considering her nipples and areolas were the biggest I have ever seen. Did I look? Damn right I looked, hell you would have looked too. Let me correct myself though, I didn’t look at her nipples, I’m not a pervert for god’s sake, not to mention I was so amazed at the size of her areolas that i couldn’t get past those. Now even is you aren’t a smoker, I am sure you know what those little glass ash trays, that you see in hotel rooms or even on a bar look like. Well honestly, her areolas were at least that large. I was amazed to say the least. Well one night, she decided to show them off again but she also wanted to show how talented she was as well. So right there in the middle of the Denny’s bar she pulls out the girls and procedes to bet some of the truck drivers that she can pick up a beer bottle and drink a beer with her tits. Now I don’t care who you are, you are gonna want to see that. Hell I did and I was betting on her too. So what does she do? She looks at this poor guy sitting at the bar, that hasn’t said a word all night and says, ” May I borrow your beer?” but before he could answer she reaches over and takes the full Bud sitting in front of him and plops her tits right down over the neck of the bottle, sure as shit the damn bottle stayed right there between her tits. Now for a big girl, umm, well for any girl, any size, she is really flexible. So as promised, she puts her mouth over the bottle, leans back, way back and starts to drink this beer. No hands, honest, her tits were holding that bottle right there. The front of the sun dress that she was wearing came up and there were her bloomers hanging out. God, it was amazing, funny as hell but a true sight to behold. After proving how talented she and the girls were she took the Bud, sat it right back in front of the poor guy sitting there and collected her cash. I had to laugh, because I could tell that he was thinking the same thing as me,

“ARE YOU SERIOUS? “

In the mid 90’s I worked for a large cabinet maker on the 3pm to 11pm shift. One Saturday we were scheduled to work four hours overtime. When my shift was over I decided to stop at the local Denny’s to see my friend, Carol. Now this is one of the very few Denny’s that has a lounge in it. It was very tiny, my guess is it was intented to be a storage area but since it was located right off a major interstate they decided to use the area for a lounge to accommidate the traveler and the truck drivers. So there was only room for eight bar stools and two tables that seated two each. A full bar consisted of twelve people. This particular night as fate would have it, the bar was full. I went it and thought that I would just say hi to Carol and then be on my merry way. When I walked in the gentleman sitting in the stool at the far end of the bar got up and offered me his seat. He said that he was a truck driver and had been sitting all day. Now you don’t have to ask me but once so I thanked him and accepted is offer. Carol brought me my usual, coffee, black. I spent the next ten minutes or so chit chatting with her as she moved up and down the bar, making sure everyone was taken care of. Now the nice man that had given up his seat for me stood quietly next to me, sipping on his Coor’s Light. After about ten minutes he turned to me, extented his hand and said, “Hi, my name is Joe and I have a 9½ dick.” Now trust me, this was one of those times when I said to myself, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” So really, what do you say to something like that. Shaking his hand wasn’t really appropriate, after all he introduce himself but he also introduced his buddy and I wasn’t going to shake his hand too. So with me, being me, I started yelling for Carol, waving my hands and motioning for her to come to me. Of course, I was introducing her to Joe and his 9½ inch friend at the same time. Now part of my job required me to have a tape measure, which I carried in my purse all the time, so what do I do? I pull it out and show Joe how long 9½ inches is, at the same time yelling, he says he has 9½ inches. So what does Joe say to me? “If you didn’t want to know, why did you ask?” “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” I hadn’t spoken to the man up until he introduced himself! He continued to insist that it was true and even offered to show me. LOL Which I graciously declined. Now it’s not really that I didn’t believe that he was so well endowed, he very well may have been but what would possess someone to tell me that? All I could think is, what an ass. I saw Joe in there again about six months later, he didn’t off to show me anything and I didn’t ask. After that night, I have decided if someone is that proud and wants to show me, I am going to look. So Joe, if you’re out there, I’m ready to see that 9½ incher because I just have to know, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?”