That last story was fun, but I already *am* a twinkly Chalamet/Bieber guy. Seems like there’s a vacancy in that guy’s old construction team - maybe you could change me back the other way?
"Yuck" exclaims one of your friends. "Is that a hair on your chest?" You're sitting in the bubble tea bar and you look down. Your pink blouse is unbuttoned wide. You like to show off your flawless, smooth, flat chest. But in fact… A hair curls up between what could be your pecs. "Wait a minute" you chirp and go to the toilet to pluck it out. After that, you have to remember to make an appointment with Yvette for an eplilation.
While you're here, you can pee straight away. You giggle to yourself because you actually thought "piss". What a vulgar word! You unzip your skinny jeans… And your huge, cheesy cock pops out. It pulls a thick thread of precum all the way into your urine-yellow, encrusted jockstrap. How that stinks! But you have cursed pressure on your bladder. You're not peeing. You are pissing. With a huge stream. Fuck the last drops. Your jockstrap will soak them up. Wash your hands? Silly! You rub your hands on your dirty cargo shorts. As you pass the mirror, you think about what you were going to do again… You scratch your hairy chest… Shit, you've forgotten.
When you get back to your boys, one of them is laughing and splashing his beer over the table. He asks where you got that silly pink rag. "Call me Missy!" you say with a roar. No idea where it came from. Here in the bar, it doesn't matter if you're wearing anything on top. Most guys come here after work on the building site. You look around… Dirty T-shirts or wife beaters. The one or other naked torso. You take off your silly blouse and order another round of beer from Pete. One more beer is fine, then you want to do a bit of work on your own construction site before it gets dark. You'd like to pave the driveway before it starts raining tomorrow.
You love to work with your mighty calloused paws… Suddenly your cell phone rings. To be precise: it plays some silly ringtone. And it's in a silly pink case covered in rhinestones. It's Buck calling. Should he and the others come over with a cooler of beer and help you? Sure thing, you say, and fire up the barbecue for the steaks. You use the cell phone case as a barbecue lighter.
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