helmet days.
Dear Sticky Bee,
hey, it's so funny you mentioned head wounds. i was just shopping for a helmet.
not, like, an every-day-use helmet like you have so often prescribed for me. just for redneck vehicular use. bulldog is safety-mad at the best of times but he was seriously hyperventilating at thanksgiving as i raced around on the three wheeler, ripe on labatt's 50 and sans helmet. that's three kinds of danger. so he's insisting on a helmet for the spankee before the three wheeler takes a spin this spring.
hmmph.
i protested, surely. i called him a pansy. and a nancy. but he's held firm.
so this is what it has come to. helmet shopping.
but, holy fuck at least i'm not on the bus.
i don't know how/why you do it. clearly, my calls for you to get a car are going unheralded. this is a serious issue and i feel helpless to impact your poor decision making on my own. i feel like maybe we need to have a bus intervention with you. honestly.
hey, maybe you could get around on one of those über-gay motorized scooters.
then we could both wear helmets, together.
wanking off to thoughts of your tits during my lunch break,
spanky millionaire
xoxoxoxox
hey, it's so funny you mentioned head wounds. i was just shopping for a helmet.
not, like, an every-day-use helmet like you have so often prescribed for me. just for redneck vehicular use. bulldog is safety-mad at the best of times but he was seriously hyperventilating at thanksgiving as i raced around on the three wheeler, ripe on labatt's 50 and sans helmet. that's three kinds of danger. so he's insisting on a helmet for the spankee before the three wheeler takes a spin this spring.
hmmph.
i protested, surely. i called him a pansy. and a nancy. but he's held firm.
so this is what it has come to. helmet shopping.
but, holy fuck at least i'm not on the bus.
i don't know how/why you do it. clearly, my calls for you to get a car are going unheralded. this is a serious issue and i feel helpless to impact your poor decision making on my own. i feel like maybe we need to have a bus intervention with you. honestly.
hey, maybe you could get around on one of those über-gay motorized scooters.
then we could both wear helmets, together.
wanking off to thoughts of your tits during my lunch break,
spanky millionaire
xoxoxoxox
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