I think I've lost a blog for this volume...or three two five ninety two. Fuck. And I come here and lament how hard this volume has been to get out and I lose one? What the fuck is that.
So a blonde comes into work today.....tall big boobs.....that figure...and I'm like....why did that woman just get a twitch of my eye? Well as always as men we forget that we have innate built in wants and attractions.
I haven't been writing in a while. Truth be told....here of all places...I know....have gotten behind with these but you know what I say about that? Fuck it. This is my playground, I used to pull em out like an image founder turned Robert Kirkman minus the dick envy and Grisly Adams strap on. Now I'm back to being subtle and trying to get some things in order.....kind of like I have time but not time to do it.
Back again to trustfully expose me, like some kind of con man with bad products or a writer without a thought. Not a block no, just no idea what the fuck should go down on this page. Probably like a mother in law at sizzler. Well except I thought I had an idea for this spot but it got lost in space like that invalid Will Robinson and his child molesting robot side kick.
You ever see a picture like on face book or anywhere really and think...man that girl (boy if your a lady or mac) is really attractive? Then you see four more pics and your like....yeah Ok so they are photogenic on Mondays.
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