What a gorgeous day.
I saw an attractive female in some yoga pants, and I wonder š¤
“what the fuck am I talking about?”
What the fuck kind of feelings do I feel at night?
They’re ugly.
Nasty.
Isolated.
When little miss yoga pants strolled across the sidewalk?
Yep.
My penis still works.
That’s a beautiful creature right there š¤©
But I’m sure she knows it and I don’t like that part, but yeah, a truly dead man is a man that doesn’t glance.
Maybe she’s a nice person, I dunno, I just scoped her anatomy for half a second.
Whatever.
Maybe I’m terrible.
Still a really nice day out.
dawn 