BigJimsWornOutTires
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Perhaps, some are angry at their father. Maybe the mother pushed him away and endeavored every day of punishing him - Barricading the child, or children with a judicial vindictive wall of lies while playing the victim of embellished abuse - Making threats on top of that - Talking ill on the phone to her family about him. And so the child watches and listens and learns. "Mom hates man." I must despise man too.
Or perhaps some have little brothers that gobbled the attention. "I hate boys!" So I must become what I hate.
Females are dedicated to the passion and can live to retribute. Unlike males that have a habit of letting that shit go. A woman's grudge can go a lifetime with no penis sex.
"Please don't look at me with those eyes." She says to the big guy. "I know what you're wanting and it's not going to happen." The short-haired salt and peppered is frustrated as she sits at the bar trying to resist Big Jim's horde of pheromones. But it doesn't register to him because he's not into fucking boys. Or women that resemble such.
"Ugh. Tell me about it. The other night, this vagina wouldn't stop flirting with me. And I was like, "Ugh. Tell me about it." And so I had to push through her because she was blocking my exit from her roommate's bedroom doorway." He lifts his concoction drink and sips. Then follows with a swipe of a napkin across his lips. He's a sloppy sipper. And continues. "But I managed to escape that pussy-jungle."
The boy looking vagina is amazed at his comfortable persona with her kind. As if, he accepts her for what she is; a woman trying to look like a boy. Ugh. But little does she know, he too lives in suffering and accepts the passion that's jackhammering that feminine heart of hers. He's lured to emotion like flies to shit.
She scoots over to another barstool beside him. She tries to not look at his biceps but her body has a mind of its own and literally forces her to gaze and want to feel them. She swigs the rest of her drink down and gestures to the bartender for another.
"Ugh. This other time, it was a grandmother, mother, and daughter. They all shared a trailer together. Don't worry, the daughter was 32. But guess what happened?"
"Um. They fought over you?" She says while rolling her eyes.
"Ugh. No. A family-size sub."
"Oh, wow. Really? What kind of messed up shit is that?" annoyed by his remark she replied as the bartender slides another drink over. She quickly jugs it down. "You know what?"
"Ugh. I have a feeling I know what you're about to say."
She gestures inquiry to his arrogant mind-reading bullshit.
"You're wanting to go to the back of this joint and be fucked the shit out of against their bum-piss reeking dumpster back there. Correct?"
Normally, if any other guy would have said that, she would've cussed and embarrassed him to everyone in the establishment. But something inside persuaded her to say,
"Yes. Please."
"Ugh. No problem. But I must warn you. I will destroy it. For I am, The Destroyer of Worlds." He says then looks at nothing as if it's a camera and follows up with, "Worlds being vaginas that is." He then winks at the imaginary camera.
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