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A pastime that i rather do take delight in is the sensible discharge of bottom growls. They can happen in the mall elevator, or crowded buses in the midsummer bake, and the such. Any place that gives me antipathy to the sense of crowding is worthy of such olfactory decoration. In particular, when unnerving events occur, one can expect that weapon of disrespect to charge its volatile venom caverns. The story relayed here is somewhat unrelated, as all was in favour, and nothing all right.

We were leaning at the porch of one hip and happening dance barn, me and the gang. Consumption had been taken part in, bodily pressure built up, me with my then object of desire were oh so casually, ever the heavier getting close. She was somewhat beyond my sphere of influence and thus to be admired, and dumbly grinned at as lack of better exppression of my utter delight in joining her. No fuckaroo intents as the gentleman / total dork in me tried to play it right. So there we are, mates of mine playing cool, hers being all grown up.

Someone tells a joke, and in guffawing at it really horrorshow like, i let rip in mighty beer monster fashion. And to evade the impossible, then exclaim the name of a person next to me. Who then, and the cheeky bastard took delight in this particular super villain timing, lets rip himself, as sign of proof to his not-involvement in this base drum innuendo. Which i retorted in hysterically contracting my belly muscles further (when monkeys laugh, it is always the nerves) and such pushing a series of trumpeters delights into the cool industry backyard air. Interwoven with just about every person around suddenly doing armpit or freestyle quotes of the arselingo. Had to make my excuses then, but yeah, you imagine the comments.

What was once "caught" had freedom once again. Same for bespoke ladyfriend.
(funktrash soul = combustion engine, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 16:52, 4 replies)

Well written Sir!

*Click*
(Roddimus_Prime Should be revising, Mon 7 Jun 2010, 17:05, closed)

^this^
a pleasure to read!
well done.
clicky.
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Tue 8 Jun 2010, 0:06, closed)

Why am I viddying your clockwork orange?

(Shippy likes linebreaks and doesn't care what you think, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 5:00, closed)

Oddly I thought that too..

(friedel, Tue 8 Jun 2010, 22:12, closed)