I spent the afternoon in the Botanical Gardens. Lovely. I was on my blanket, face towards the sun. It got a bit too hot so I decided to turn around... An lo and behold!!
Right in my view is a man. I don't mind men. This man is sunbathing. I don't mind men sunbathing either. The sunbathing man is on his tummy and there it is; the black thong!
I've never seen a man in a thong up close before. It was, let's say, a new experience and I'm not quite sure if I should catalogue it under "good" or "bad". I commend the man, however, he's got guts! But since I was new to this situation I didn't know how to react. My eyes kept on going back to the black thong whether I wanted to or not. And then came the decider on the "good" and "bad" decision:
He turned onto his back, planted his feet on the ground, legs slightly bent and... spread 'em. I got an eyeful of thong wedged in fairly hairy man-arse and lemme tell y'all: it ain't pretty! Not to mention the sad realisation that there was plenty of room in the front too. So on the whole, it was a bit of a disappointment but at least I'd brought a good book.
2 comments:
Ah yes, the hairy thong experience - didn't you hear it with Sisqo? It was a B-side song :-)
Must have missed that song unless it's the one where you hear Sisqo and friends throw up at the end?
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