Sometimes, I don't feel like a regular teenager.
But then again... what is regular?
But then again... what is regular?
But really, it has to do with all these urges. Here's what I'm talking about.
The following is rated 14+ for frank descriptions.
IF YOU THOUGHT I WAS JUST SOME HUMAN without URGES, THEN YOU'RE SO WRONG.
This afternoon, while walking to my last class, I saw this person ahead of me wearing a blue jacket and blue jeans. And somehow, I glanced down and there was the bounty of the ass. Does that make me an ass man?
Anyway, while walking down the alleyway, all I could do was stare... as if there was a shiny coin stuck between those cheeks. I felt like a sheep being led to slaughter and as they walked by... I felt more sucked in.
I think I understand what "Apple Bottom Jeans" is talking about now.
And I got so distracted that I actually walked into someone and yelled "woo-hoo!" out loud.
And as I walked inside my class, I murmured,
"Thank God... Thank God."
And as I walked inside my class, I murmured,
"Thank God... Thank God."
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