To my recollection the shorts were red. Scirocco II Tornado Red to be exact. At first glance, you wouldn't get the impression that anything out of the ordinary was going on. Just another day at the park, men, women, children, cars, people from all walks of life. But then she turns around and walks away.
Suddenly my brain turns to mush, my jaw drops to my beltbuckle, and all these wonderful classic cars I'm surrounded by seem to just disappear. Suddenly I'm surrounded by complete darkness save for one ass. It's as if the only things in the universe at that time were my eyeballs, those two milky-white slivers of sweet sweet lower buttcheek peeking slyly from under her hot-pantlegs (or lack therof), and the unbreakable bond between us.
Suddenly their lives flashed before my very eyes. I saw them walking down the aisle together. My eyeballs, dressed up sharp in a black tux. Her sweet, supple yet firm slivers of slightly tanned ass cleavage draped in virgin white. I saw little eyeball/buttcheek children running in the yard, saw them grow old together, saw them die in each other's arms.
Then I came back to reality, attempted to subdue the onslaught of public-boner-itis, yet continued to stare as she walked away. Those cheeks. Those sweet cheeks. They had the perfect bounce to walk ratio. Just a subtle hint of jiggle as she stomped her way towards her girlfriend's car. They fit perfectly with the arch of her back, blending nicely with the rest of the bodywork. She was not shy. She knew what she was doing to all of us. What she didn't know was how much of an imprint her fun-cusions left on my brain. Like a goddamn Xerox machine. Come sit on my head and make some copies. And later when I'm tired, I'll take a nap upon nature's pillow.
The ol' saying "I hate to see you go but I love to watch you walk away." That was first said today. Today was the first time in history it was said, and it was said by me. In the future, I must invent a time machine and travel back in time to spread that phrase around, because I swear to you nobody in there right minds would have said that without having seen what I saw with my eyes today. I swear to you, my friends.
Overall, I'd rate what I saw today between a 9-10. And I don't give out high assmark scores that loosely, mind you. Bravo, young miss. Please, who are you, mysterious heiny-tempress? I will not rest until I find you again.
Suddenly my brain turns to mush, my jaw drops to my beltbuckle, and all these wonderful classic cars I'm surrounded by seem to just disappear. Suddenly I'm surrounded by complete darkness save for one ass. It's as if the only things in the universe at that time were my eyeballs, those two milky-white slivers of sweet sweet lower buttcheek peeking slyly from under her hot-pantlegs (or lack therof), and the unbreakable bond between us.
Suddenly their lives flashed before my very eyes. I saw them walking down the aisle together. My eyeballs, dressed up sharp in a black tux. Her sweet, supple yet firm slivers of slightly tanned ass cleavage draped in virgin white. I saw little eyeball/buttcheek children running in the yard, saw them grow old together, saw them die in each other's arms.
Then I came back to reality, attempted to subdue the onslaught of public-boner-itis, yet continued to stare as she walked away. Those cheeks. Those sweet cheeks. They had the perfect bounce to walk ratio. Just a subtle hint of jiggle as she stomped her way towards her girlfriend's car. They fit perfectly with the arch of her back, blending nicely with the rest of the bodywork. She was not shy. She knew what she was doing to all of us. What she didn't know was how much of an imprint her fun-cusions left on my brain. Like a goddamn Xerox machine. Come sit on my head and make some copies. And later when I'm tired, I'll take a nap upon nature's pillow.
The ol' saying "I hate to see you go but I love to watch you walk away." That was first said today. Today was the first time in history it was said, and it was said by me. In the future, I must invent a time machine and travel back in time to spread that phrase around, because I swear to you nobody in there right minds would have said that without having seen what I saw with my eyes today. I swear to you, my friends.
Overall, I'd rate what I saw today between a 9-10. And I don't give out high assmark scores that loosely, mind you. Bravo, young miss. Please, who are you, mysterious heiny-tempress? I will not rest until I find you again.
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