Girl with the Pony Tail on the Treadmill:
Ew.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
That guy staring at my breasts has some weird lump.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
Is that a goiter? Ew.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
And he just keeps staring.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
And now I can't stop staring at him and his... thing.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
We're just staring at each other, like we're powerless to stop.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I can't look away.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
Maybe the way I'm feeling is how guys feel when they stare at my tits or ass.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
Except my tits and ass are normal.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
Better than normal.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
You could bounce a quarter off my ass.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
While his lump is just... mushy. Speckled.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
Like a yam, maybe.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
It would suck if he had an Audi.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
Like: Great! I have an Audi! But Shit! I have a goiter!
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
That would be sad.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
Maybe he drives a Prius. That would be better.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
That would probably make him feel better about himself.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
An Audi would be wasted.
(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)
I am Laslo.
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