Wednesday, February 04, 2004
 hot chick took me to do laundry last night. only clean clothes i had left were some old 501s and my american flag poncho.
she picked me up at the xbi in her sweet ride. we made it to the pad. as i seperated my delicates from my whites and colors she watched last weeks real world, the one where everyone got thrown in the pokey. then she watched some americas top model while i poured a healthy glass of rum.
she looked real good on the other side of the couch there. i crept over like madonna in that one video express yourself. i crawled. she laughed. i said im gonna get there soon, better watch it. she laughed and fake hid behind my cubs comforter. the space heater clicked on and i climbed up her leg. she resisted slightly. but only cuz we had to do laundry.
i said let me just rub up against that fine ass for a sec.
she said only for a sec
flipped her over so she could watch the show and i grinded. reached underneath the blanket to see what was in there. got a nice handful of something. made a mental note to reinvestigate that shit after the laundry.
we drove to the gay laundry which i have learned to appreciate. its always clean. they have later hours. theyre next to an el pollo loco. there used to be a ms pac man in there but somehow that got yanked out. hafta have a ms pac man in your shit. thats like easy money, isnt it?
got home and she was begging for it. it was cute. im old though so i had gotten out of the mood. between work and laundrying i was pooped. she lifted her long skirt to reveal her knee high do-me boots. was that a garter belt way up there in the shadows?
only problem with being as good in the sack as i am is the girls are bound to make a lot of noise. this one was waking the neighbors and i had only used my left hand. (i was fumbling for condoms in the magic drawer with the right.)
i dont know why im self conscious about what my neighbors think but i am. maybe its the last shred of shyness that i have yet to shake. maybe cuz im secretive around them. i keep my shit to myself and i thank them for keeping their shit to themself.
still the sounds of a pleased young woman youd think would be music to some folks ears, and it is in most cases.
but you never know. maybe some just get sad when they hear someone else getting it other than themselves.
i dont wanna make my neighbors sad.
and these are the things i think of in the heat of the moment with kid rock on the mp3 player after smoking and drinking on a tuesday night.
3rd Leg + kool keith + dogboy
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