Life is like…
You know that feeling you have when your thong finds itself
all the way up your ass? And you are walking down a busy street while your brain
is racing trying to figure out a way to successfully pull your underwear out
without anyone seeing or judging? Obviously you are wearing too small of panties
because you can’t accept the fact you got fat! And after an hour or so of
fighting and trying to convince yourself you can deal with the pain and
discomfort of the lacy unmentionables now finding its way to your colon. You
stop.. you just can’t take it anymore! So what if that bitch Nancy from
accounting sees and screw Mark the Barber, he shouldn’t be looking at your ass
anyway!! So you shove your hand down
your pants and pull that toddler size thong out!!! You are FREE!! It’s amazing,
almost orgasmic! You feel on top of the world! You give yourself a
mental high five and start thinking about the other amazing things you can
accomplish! Shit you can do anything sister friend! You got this!!! Flash
forward to 3 minutes later: You crying on the pavement with your thong so far up
your vagina you confuse it for child birth and start screaming “You did this to
me!! Mother fucker!! Get it out!! Get it out!! I need drugs!!! GIVE ME DRUGS!!”
No comments:
Post a Comment