Fellas, d'you know a chick who you don't even LIKE, but who you would bang out like a gorilla on a drum? I see that more often, lately. I think to myself, "Ugh! She gets on my nerves!" But, the way her finer qualities fill out her jeans makes me admit, at least privately: I'd wear her dumb ass out like Easter clothes!
*psy*
Before you call me a pig, ladies; know this: 1) I already know that I'm a pig. So, whatever. Embracing one's piggishness is liberating, at times. 2) Just cuz I think it doesn't mean that I'm going to follow through on the thought. There are (probably) millions of women on this planet who can make my groin stir. But, I'm really NOT tryna sleep wit' that many wenches. Some of the cute ones still have cooties and I don't want cooties on my junk.
It is caffeine that triggers these moments of pelvic introspection. Not Mountain Dew, per se; but, definitely caffeine...and testosterone.
