So I’m in Starbucks with my last wife last night. As I’m nursing my Chestnut Praline Latte, this huge mass of a man next to me stands up and starts to pack up his laptop, etc. Suddenly, he bends over to pick up a bag on the floor, and there it is. A huge pile of butt crack right in my face. His jeans were just a tad too small.
You really can’t unsee that. At least he stood back up and left quickly. Still, .
Thank the man upstairs for the weather thread. Time to thoroughly immerse myself in tits again.
You really can’t unsee that. At least he stood back up and left quickly. Still, .
Thank the man upstairs for the weather thread. Time to thoroughly immerse myself in tits again.