Friday, March 1, 2013

I'VE ONLY THOUGHT ABOUT DEATH 37 TIMES TODAY

You know those occasions when you're somewhere public, maybe at a bus stop or a restaurant, lost in half a daydream, and suddenly your eyes fix on a juicy ass in motion.

And for a moment your mind is only focused on the thing; the way the protruding cheeks jiggle, the firmness of the bubble, its suffering against captive fabric.

And while in that moment your brain subconsciously replays stop-motion films of destructive waterfalls or blinding sunrises from eighth grade science class.

And as the ass moves farther away you notice something isn't complete, there's  a slightly foreign feel.

Which is when you realize the ass is attached to a swinging dick.

What's up with that?

Not, like, what's up with being attracted to the same gender.

More, like, what's up with men who have great asses.

Just seems bullshit.

A normal guy can't compete with that noise.

It's bad enough some dudes have massive shlongs.
  
Asses, too?

Fuck...

Really grateful for the invention of money.

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