Thursday, May 13, 2010

The stop signs

How do you know not to ever go to that bar again?

Is it when this apparently alcoholic 20 year old blonde customer starts dancing with the pole by the dancefloor?

Is it when she takes off her shirt to reveal young boobs, and a beer belly bigger than those twins?

Is it when she takes off her pants to reveal a perky butt in black lingerie, the beer belly competing with that, too,


Is it when her weight loss challenged – meaning around 30-40 kilos overweight – friend decides to join the blondie?

Is it when this friend takes off her shirt and reveals a figure like a snowman with boobs, with the gigantic boobs resting happily on a even more gigantic belly?

It is.

I thank the forces of nature that she did not decide to take off her pants. That would be being forced into gayhood.

"Nights I want to forget" is the name of the book for these nights.

1 comment:

  1. Ugh, there are times one can wish for a modicum of modesty.