Finding More Than Wine in the Wine Aisle
Tonight I went to the grocery store to pick up some staples. Like wine. Bread. Oreos. As soon as I turned into the wine aisle I saw a nice piece of man-meat at the end. YOWZA.
As I walked closer, I realized I recognized this particular piece of man-meat. This man-meat had a name. It was Nice Guy #2, whom I had not seen since this night when I had yet another by the way thrown in my face. If I get by the wayed one more time it’s getting its own category label on my blog. And then maybe I really will give up on guys until they decide to play nice. And by “play nice” I mean STOP FUCKING WITH MY HEAD.
I eyed Nice Guy #2 up and down as I walked slowly toward him. Mmmmm he did look mighty fine. Those nice dark and frayed frat boy jeans, leather flip flops, and a tight charcoal grey tshirt. MMMMMMMMMM goes The Pussy. Oh dear god. He just raised his arm to scratch his head. Annnnd his bicep is AS BIG AS MY THIGH. AND MY THIGH IS THICK AND MUSCULAR AND OH MY GOD A BIG OL’ CHUNK OF MAN-MEAT BUFFET HEAVEN MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. be cool be cool becool becoolbecoolbecool…
