Verbal Graffiti
Verbal Graffiti - Episode 89: cyclist throws hissy fit & date with homeless babe at Denny's
[MUSIC] Don't suck a fat one. I have an addiction to smuts. I'm right-handed, but my ball sack is left-sided. [MUSIC] Get the B-man, a double cheeseburger. [MUSIC] Take the tip and shut up. [MUSIC] Hello, Internet, and welcome to episode 89 of football graffiti with your host, Brian Glass, aka the B-man. The people's degenerate episode 89. We've come a far away since episode 88, a willow is back. She will be my co-host for, well, at least a segment of episode 89. And segment two, who knows where she'll go, where she'll be, probably on my lap, because that's her favorite place to be, is on anybody's lap for that matter. But you know about that, because we talked about that in episode 88. That's a lot of words without any laughter, so let's get into the episode. I have spent spending some of my free time, which I have a lot of free time. I have been spending it on this subreddit. This is not for content purposes, this is for personal enjoyment. It's the, I believe the name of the subreddit is women over 40, or women over the age of 40. And now that I am a 40 year old, I want to know what are the babes that are also of the age of 40 and older, what are they thinking, what are they talking about, what are they, what are they game planning for. So I've been going to this site the last few weeks. And it has reading through the post, then the responses and the back and forth. It's reconfirming a thought I've had. Now I may have brought, I may have, I may have talked about this before, but again, I don't have a co-host that is human and my memory is completely shot. So I'm just going to talk about it again. So if you've heard this ramp before, go watch something else on, YouTube for the next seven minutes. But it is this, see, so many of these posts on women over 40 are complaining about men and how men, these bros, they're not living up to the standard they should be at to be with the women that are posting on this subreddit of 40 year old women. And the women who are married on this subreddit will complain about their husband and how their husband is, is a tax on their life and is draining their energy. And it becomes a lot of man bashing on this subreddit. It's almost, it's the, the mirror of, of an incel. It's only, we've all heard of incels, the guys who hate women are, are just completely, it's not so much that they hate women. They're just like, well, women want nothing to do with me. So I want nothing to do with those babes. So we're just going to do our thing over here and screw those women. It's kind of the same thing going on with women over 40. We're there, it's the opposite. Those boys, those men, they play video games. They don't clean up after themselves. There's no romance to them. There's no depth. I want, we want nothing to do with those men. So whatever that term is, the comparable term to incel, that's what these babes are on this subreddit. And I do realize that women over the age of 40 that are happy with their lives and people in their lives and their careers and their health are probably not spending much time on this subreddit. But we're not talking about those women. We're talking about the women who are on this subreddit. And it all comes back to this working theory that I have, that some of these dikes, some of these lesbians who are a little bit older and I'm 40, I'm old. So let's say over the age of 40, these lesbians I see out and about. Sometimes I question their credentials. Are they really lesbians? They probably aren't gold star lesbians. If you want to know, if you don't know what that is, a gold star lesbo is a lady who's never had any interaction with the penis. It's just women and women are whole life. If you're all, if you're all women all the time, no man ever, not even one trip up, you are a gold star lesbo. So, but sometimes I'll see these women and these babes out and about together over the age of 40 and even sometimes younger and I'll think to myself, or maybe I'll think to myself, I'll question them and I don't, I don't think so. I don't really think that babe and I say that generally is a dike, is a lesbian and I use the term dike affectionately, I like that word, I don't know. If it's offensive, let me know I'll refrain from using it in future episodes. I'll think the word, but I won't say it. But yeah, I see these women, they're all, and I just, I just get that vibe. They just, it's, they're not lesbo. It's more that they dislike men. That's what pushes them to being with another lady more so than just the love and the sexual desire to be with another woman. It's more the disgust of me and those men that drives them to spend their time with another lady. And that's what I, and that's what you read a lot of in this subreddit. You'll see a lot of this man bashing about how we don't have our shit together as men and that even though, and they're a lot of them will say, just find a girlfriend. That even, you know, for a sexual girlfriend, but that's a girlfriend to live with, to co-inhabitate, to go on trips with, that you, you just find a girlfriend who you enjoy her company, like live that lifestyle and just forget about trying to find a man. Because if you do find a man, he's not going to be up to your standards and he's just, he's going to pull you down into a deep end and drown your life out of you, metaphorically speaking that is. So I'm reading all these posts the last couple of weeks. And the reason why I'm reading is because it's re-confirming my own bias. So that's what we do in America, at least that's what I do. You're writing what I'm thinking, yeah, I'm going to give you a read. I'm going to give you a heart on X. So I just have this suspicion that there are a good segment of the lesbian population. It's actually not attracted to the female body. It's just that they, they're so disgusted with the current state of man, manhood, that they'd rather spend their time with another lady that they enjoy the company of sex excluded. So let me know what you think about that. Is that wildly off base? Is that, is that, are lesbians going to throw rocks at me? Did I be hung because of these thoughts that I have? Am I going to lose my job because of them? I want to have a dialogue. I'm not saying, you know, I'm malleable. I'll twist my thoughts and views, but hey, I'm reading this subreddit, women over 40. It seems like this is the direction that a lot of these women of this age group or these babes of this age group are going towards. So talk about down the comments and I'll respond because I get, I probably got maybe three or four comments in the 89 episodes I've done. So yeah, I respond to every comment that comes my way on the internet. Let's get into something else I found on Reddit. This comes from, I want to preface my apologies for the language in this post. All right, this comes from the subreddit, fuck cars direct and nearly got run over today. Car didn't indicate, but turned anyway as I was crossing and didn't slow down. I had to run and I had pointed angrily at his indicator, but the man looked at me with his mouth open and he didn't have a single thought in his head. He was old as fuck and genuinely looked like he didn't know where he was. How the fuck is this still allowed? Certainly we were at a point in society where we are sensible enough to realize that OAPs don't know what that acronym stands for, should not be in a position where their carelessness could literally kill somebody. It seems that it's all right, I have a lot of iron, a lot of iron for this poster. It seems that every time somebody a cyclist that is a bitches and moans about car drivers, it's almost like a wave hitting the, sorry, a wave hitting the coastline. Every time that happens, this complaint is served by a cyclist and what I mean by that is it's just constant. I swear to you, there are people who get on a bicycle just so they can complain about drivers on the road, they don't even care. It's almost like the lesbians, all right, the women who are dating other women because they hate the men. It's same thing with cyclists, there's so many of them who I think they love bitching and moaning about the current state, state of drivers, car drivers that is, then they do the love of cycling, and it, as a cyclist, you need to take your helmet off and look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself, who is this more of a burden, all right? Your car, sorry, your bicycle is what, 20 pounds, 30 pounds, a car is 2,000 plus pounds. So when the two of you are on the road, like who, like who should be more responsible for their own safety, like who, who, who is in a more precarious position? It's you, the one with the 30 pound bike. The guys got a 2,000 car, 2,000 pound car, he's got airbags on every side of him. He's got, he doesn't give a fuck if his indicator is on it. He, boom, you, you bump into him, he gets his insurance payout, he's going to be alive, you might die. Like every time you're in an accident on the road, when it's you versus a car, your life is at stake. So it's not up to the driver to put his blink around, he's up to you to make sure where every car is going before you cross the way. I look at a cyclist, when I see a cyclist on the road while I'm driving a car, I view a cyclist the same way I view squirrels. In that I am, I'm not going out of my way to hate you. If you pop out in front of me, I will try to swerve to get out of the way of you. If I'm not able to get out of your way quick enough and I hit you, same with the squirrel. If I hit you, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, I hear you under my car, I'm going to feel sad for a few seconds, but I'm not going to pull over and help you. I'm going to keep driving and go about my day. If you die, you die. That's on you. That is not on me. That burden is 100% you because roads were made for vehicles. They were not made for bicycles and motorcycles and any kind of cycle. It's for four wheel cars. That's what roads were made for. If you want to, I'm disgusted with our politicians. The city I live in, they have bike lanes, but they're almost in the middle of the road. You have the breakdown lane, then you will have the bike lane that's a few feet wide. Then you will have road parking and then you will have the actual road where we can drive. The bike lane takes, you take that and the breakdown lane, it takes up almost like half of the road and then you got to park in the middle of the street and not along the curb because of that stupid bike lane and you know when I see, when I'm driving alongside that bike lane, I see openness because there's barely anybody riding their bike. It's a waste of a lane. Our politicians were badgered from these loud, bitching and moaning cyclists with their child tantrums that they throw, these hissy fit and the politicians that give into them to shut them up. I want our politicians, I want our roads back, politicians, give us back our entire road. All right, if you want a bike lane, you want a bike lane for your little cycle with the building, ring, ring, ring, ring, take your spandex and go over to Europe. They have the landscape. They have the metropolitan areas for bicycles. Here in America, we're wide open. So take that mentality to Europe and that's why they lost all those wars because of that mentality. In America, we use machines and actually going into the future. It's probably going to be drones that wars are fought with. That's going on right now in Russia and Ukraine. But I, I, I, I, I'm just so, I'm just, they're just, they're like a shit stain. These, these bicycle riders, they're, all they do is complain. They want their space, but then they never use the space. I just, I cannot, these bike riders are, I'm not alone, right? I am not alone, these, these, these, these gals and these bros who are riding bikes. You're so, if you love riding bikes on the road, you do it Saturday and Sunday morning. You do it early in the morning on the weekend. You're not doing it on weekdays when there's a lot of traffic in the middle of the day where there were old bags who were turning left and right without the blinkers on and that brings up another point. I've noticed the past few months when driving, and maybe it's just me, but it's seen nobody, nobody is paying attention to traffic laws. People, it's lawless out there on these streets. They are, you know, when the light turns yellow and you're kind of in between zone. So you go and it, right as you're going under, you, you notice it turns red. So you're in that zone, but then you look in your rear view mirror and you'll notice the three cars behind you also have blown the light, but they've done so so blatantly that it's, it's almost comical. And I can't tell you how many times when you got that, the arrow, green arrow, the turn left and I'll see how many people in front of me that when the arrow disappears, they just, they go, they don't give a fuck about any rule or anybody or any law. They just go, he's gone to the point where I've really thought about in my cup holder and having a jar filled with a shattered glass and nails. And when I see somebody cutting a light when they breaking, you know, running a red light, I just want to take my jar and throw it on the road and hopefully they get a pop tire. And if you're a cyclist and you, and you get too close, I might start carrying a wiffle ball bat in my car. So if you get within three feet of my car as a bike rider, a cyclist or motorcycle driver, I'm just, I'm taking my wiffle ball bat out the window and I'm just not trying to knock you over playing whack a mole with you. And that's another thing, cyclists are not alone. Motorcycle drivers are almost as bad as the cyclist when it comes to their history pitch. I hear so many motorcycle drivers complaining about vehicle drivers, rubber necking them and getting too close to them on the road. Well, well, it's funny. It's funny how when there's standstill traffic and the motorcycle driver is weaving in and out of lanes and not having to stop for any traffic, how they suddenly, they're, they're nice and quiet and they don't complain at all. So you got to take the good with the bat. So if you're a motorcycle driver, shut the fuck up about us rubber necking or getting too close to you because when we're stuck in traffic, you're able to zoom through like, like it's, it's like it's butter or, you know, a warm pussy, you're just able to get right through it. Easy peasy to the next exit. So cyclists and motorcycle drivers, I am not on your side. Although I will take your viewership here at Verbal Graffiti and thank you. If you are watching, let's go look at some photos. To be man, had an altercation last night, not physical. This one was more brain to brain and I got out with it by this guy. He was a a homeless guy in a New Haven district. And let me set the scene, so I'm walking near Yale University. Now, Yale now is at a session, it's, it's winter break, Christmas break. So none of these students are there. That wasn't a, if you know what I did about New Haven, sometimes you have to walk through like the streets of Yale to get to downtown area, they were the nine Yale area. So that's what I was doing. I was taking some photos and this guy stops me and since Yale's not a session, there was nobody on this sidewalk, it was very dark and he stopped us. Wait, wait, I'm not homeless, I'm not gonna, I'm not gonna try to take anything from you right away. He was lying. Yeah, I'm all right. Whatever. I was taking photos. I'm not in a rush. So I'm like, let me hear you. What's your, what's your, what's your spiel? And he starts talking right away. He's got a little lanyard on with a photo of himself and I don't really look at it basically. I have a, a college ID, I'm going to the, the gateway community college, which is nearby where we were. All right. Well, good for you. And I think this guy was older. I'm guessing post, post 60 years old ish, but it's hard to tell with homeless people. Some, sometimes, and I do not use the word on house. I like the word homeless. So he was homeless and they tell me he had a bag and he told me it was on a date, but the lady dropped them off and, and he had to get back to New York and he was just begging me to kind of have some money. Like I'm trying to get my life together. I'm going to college. I'm not a bomb like all the other ones. And, you know, and I, he was very, he was very persuasive because usually with the homeless, I don't even make eye contact straightforward focus on where you're going, AB, don't let anyone grab from you. But I'm like, all right, you know, he's talked to me for a few minutes. I've engaged with them. I should probably give him something. I pull out my wallet and usually I have a, I have a money clip and usually I always put ones on the, on the top of it to hide the big bills. And I usually never have more than 20 or 30 real dollars on me at any one time. I mean, who has real money on them at all anymore? So, so I open it, but there's a five on top and I ain't given anybody a five. And this economy, the B man, I can't be giving anybody a solid five. So I pull back the five, I give him a single and he gives me a kind of a, he spits on me with his eyes, with his face, not, not for real, but the face he gave me was a one, come on. All right. So I gave him two dollars. I hand them to, I put my hand out. He grabbed a two and I made sure when I handed it that the dollar bills kind of, there was enough space there where he could grab the bills without touching my hand. Because I, I, I get very uncomfortable when my hand touches homeless hand. So I, I did it very strategically where, you know, we didn't have to physically touch. So he takes the two dollars and then he has the audacity to complain about me giving him two dollars. He goes, come on. Two dollars. What am I going to do with two dollars? I'm like, well, what do you want me to do? And then we get into it again, verbal altercation and he goes, come on, I got to get to New York. Can you buy me a ticket to, on the Metro North, which is our local train station to get to New York? Right. Like I threw my hands up and I had a camera, I had a little holder thing for it. So I go, New York, you want me to buy you a ticket to the Metro North? That's $25. If you don't know, a train ticket from New Haven, Connecticut to Grand Central is usually, I don't know, it's just between 17 and $25. So this guy is asking for $20 from a stranger after I gave him two dollars that he, they, I, eyeball spit on, he's like, and I'm like, 20, you want me to give you enough money to get to New York and immediately I said, no, no, I'm not giving you 20 dollars. I want you to stay within the New Haven city district because if I'm going to give you two dollars, I'm not letting you get away. Now, you're going to, all the other people in New Haven are going to have to suffer like I just have for the last three minutes. So I'm not laying you outside of my, outside of lines of my city. You have to stay here. You take my money, you don't get to run away. You have to stay here and suffer. You don't get to go to the big lights or the big apple. You got to stay in Elm City and suffer the cold and the dreary and the rain is raining outside right now. So now, now, now, if I give you two dollars, I don't expect you to run away. I expect to see you on the streets again begging for money from other people. And I never get the same homeless person money twice. The reason why I bring this all up is because I was doing stand up last night in New Haven and I was telling the same story, not, not story of this thing that happened to. I was talking about how this homeless bomb that's kind of stood me up, took two dollars from me and asked for a train ticket and then I was telling the story and this lady in the audience, just kind of like her eyes, like, bolts, I was like, that's interesting. So after the show, I went up there like, hey, when I was talking about that homeless bomb who took two dollars off to me, they, has that happened to you? And she goes, oh yeah, I know the exact same guy, the guy with the langer who tells people he goes to Gateway that he's gotten me before and I'm like, oh wait, shut the, I was like, shut the fuck up. So I got used like this guy. So this homeless guy, like, he's got to move and he put his move on me and like, I fell for it. Is it now? I kind of know what it feels like to be a baby that gets used for a one night stand. I got a feeling that I have love for the bombs on the street. And then his bombs just used me for my wealth, my two dollars and he tried to extract more for me. I am, I am so lost with humanity, but apparently this guy's name is Gary because then there was like another guy in the audience was like, yeah, he's gotten me to it. Like, I know the guy you're talking about with, with who says he goes to the college here. And so like this, this guy has a move like he has a line is no skill. He's just got a line. He stops people, tells people two girls kicked him out of a car. He's, he's going to Gateway community college. Can you help me get money so I can get to New York? And he got me. He ain't going to get me again. So Gary, if I see you on the street, I'm going to tell you that people know about your act and we're on to you. So you better, you better switch it up. Homeless people, man, in the state of Connecticut, they are aggressive, not nearly as many as there are in New York City, but the ones that are here. They follow you and they, they talk shit to you. They, they will, they'll ask, they'll, they'll, they'll, they'll, they'll can't call you for money. And when you don't give them money, they will follow you and talk down on you and talk about how shitty a person you are for not giving them money and, and, oh, oh, I got got. Sometimes you get, you, you give the guy in this time. I got the guy. So man. Yeah. That's what happened. All right. I, you know, I bring this up because it does kind of relate to this, this post on subreddit. So yeah, I try to find, I try to weave them and weave them in together so they all work together. And this comes from a subreddit, a confession. Let's go to confession. I let a hot homeless girl blow me morally questioning myself now hear me out though. I'm chilling in LA, Los Angeles. I'm at a Denny's next to the Union Station bus stop. Shorty randomly slides into my stall and she's actually cute. Her fingernails are clean, teeth are nicer than mine. She's clearly struggling with addiction, but she's cute and well kept to be a homeless person. She's like, buy me a milkshake. I'm like, who are you? We start chopping it up. I low key find her vibe and she's cute. I buy her the milkshake and just the looks at me after we talk for like 20 minutes waiting on this low ass tennis. We kind of talk and flirt a bit and we start finally drinking these milkshakes and I kept starting starting at me and like kept staring at me like she wanted to fuck me. And I was like, so why did you ask me for a milkshake and not anybody else? And she goes, I don't know because I like your smile. Okay, so I was right. She was feeling me. Then I added nowhere. She's like, you're cute. Can I suck your dick? And I was like, where are we in a Denny's? And she took me to a random street and talked me off in public on the sidewalk while cars were going by. It was low key lit. And I got on the bus, L-M-F-A-O, laughed my fucking ass off. I'm sorry. I just had to get that out and I couldn't tell anyone I obviously, I know obviously I can't tell them about it. I didn't expect to get a blowjob for a milkshake, but I kind of feel like that's what happened even though I was just being nice and it was never mentioned off the rip. But maybe I'm looking into it too deeply. Yeah, congratulations, sir. You have successfully had a better date at Denny's and I've had the last three or so years. So congratulations to you. Don't worry about your moral compass. You got topped off by a homeless lady. Listen, listen, there are babes out there who have given, sorry, given guys sloppy top for far less than a milkshake. So I am not going to besmirch this lady's character for giving you a BJ in between two cars in the middle of L.A. You know, you read this scene and I'm not sure if this is a shitpost or not. Probably is, but let's play along and pretend it's real. It's kind of is the opening scene of a Bob 1950s romcom minus the blowjob between cars in L.A. Let you know, you're at a Denny's, a diner. You have a strawberry milkshake. You're both sucking it from two straws. It's very romantic with the letter jacket and, you know, grease lightning or maybe that's no, that's the 1950s, it was made in the 70s, but it portrayed the 50s, I believe, but you get the point. So yeah, I mean, what else is there really to say to you then just congratulations. I got topped off from a homeless babe. I mean, she had clean nails. I can't say that. I've been with babes who have dirty nails. So hey, I mean, you're doing better than I am. Can you give me some tips? You know, this does remind me of the gay community. Let me explain. Let me explain. So you were in a stall at Denny. So I'm assuming a bathroom stall. I'm not sure why you were in the female stall or maybe there was like a gender fluid boys and girls bathroom. Anyways, that's kind of, maybe I don't know my gay history, but isn't that how the gays used to have to fuck? Before they got all their legal rights and I'm happy that the gays and the lesbos, you know, everyone else, sexualities are allowed to marry and love and be above board and get benefits. That is fantastic. And with that comes you do lose to give you got to get sorry or to get you got to extract whatever it is. Like you get all these rights good for you equal rights for everybody. Yeah. But with that, you'll lose some of the grittiness that came with the gay community. Like we, you know, before the gays were allowed to be out of the closet and were welcomed by, you know, most, most Americans, the overwhelming majority of them, I believe, you had to live in the shadows. There was this, I'm not sure it's true or not, but if you were in a bathroom stall and airport or any public place and you saw like a guy, you know, underneath the stall, you could see his feet and you would do the thing where you would tap your feet and then if the guy in the next off, he tapped your, they tapped his feet on the ground and you both saw each other. That means it was on and you were like, like, fucking the bathroom stall, like two strangers just right there. And then you would have to go to the park, like after dusk and there were certain parks like in cities where gay people would come and to get it on with each other. And then there would be like bars and clubs, but there'd be no signage outside because he kind of had to hide what was going on. So they didn't want anybody to know or get the cops to know that, Hey, this is, you know, this is a gay, a gay bar community center and there were all these in a, what was it, there were glory holes, fuck, how awesome were glory holes that give you a gay guy in the 60s, 70s and 80s that you knew to one spot in your town where you could go and stick your wiener in and you get, you get topped off. They help fun. How fun was that? You know what it was, what it is, is, oh, oh, and that you, there were certain signs. Like when I was a kid, if you had an earring in your right earlobe, that meant you liked the sock dick. Like that was a, there were all these signals that were that gay people are like, Oh, you got that? Like, let's get it on. Let's go. Let's have at it. I think that was fun. But it was seedy. It was dark. It was underground. Like what she had, getting all these legal rights, what it, what it took away from the gays was, was the ability to be, it took away their, it took like the gays, they were no longer allowed to be miscreants and they were above board and now they have to pay their taxes, like the rest of us, but before that, everything was given, they're not given, but once they earned their right to be legal and above board, like all those, like, now it's just pride parades and gay bars and everyone's, everything's out and open. Is there anything that's more than a gay pride parade where like you walk down the street and main street and everybody's cheering you from like the straight people and loving people on the side or, yeah, yeah, get it on. That's so, what would you rather be, if you're a gay guy, would you rather have that or would you rather just have some glory hole where you have to know somebody who knows somebody to know where it's at so you know how to get there. Like that spike of emotion, when you go to that place and you don't know but you kind of know and then it does actually happen, the high that you get from getting off with another gentleman, you're not going to get that now that everything's legal and we're all kumbaya with each other. So they lost a little bit, same thing with a New York City, like once Giuliani came in and he took away all the crime and, you know, Times Square just became a fucking Disney advertisement and we lost that, that grittiness, that, that, that, that does that seedy, just where you just kind of even just, you feel the dirtiness in the air and I kind of like that. Like, can you tell? Can you tell? I like that energy. It's kind of why I like comedy when I go into a dark room or something about like it's for adults, you know, so it's also, yeah, it's similar to bring it more broad. It's more, you know, you being in that bathroom and you're getting, it's almost like it's underage drinking. That's what it is. It's that when you were a teenager and you were drinking, it wasn't getting drunk with your friends in, you know, in the woods or in a car or wherever, like that was not as fun as obtaining the alcohol and hiding it from your parents or your RA in the dorm room. The whole, the whole hiding seek of it and, you know, before you go home, like your friend, hey, smell my breath. Do I smell like anything and trying to sneak in your house without your parents knowing that, like the game, the game of catch me if you can, like that was more fun than drinking while listening to 50 cent in a bumfuck wood somewhere. Do you feel me? Do you feel me with that? Like that's, that's what's fun. That's kind of, you got a little bit of that with this date, this impromptu date with the homeless babe with clean nails and L.A. and dannies. So the good for you, this babe brought back some of the shadiness that's lost in America right now that, that young people lose once they turn 21 and they're able to walk into a bar and order whatever and not have to look over their shoulder like, you got that. When you were getting topped off while cars were driving behind, you're like, we just had a milkshake and now she's milking my shake like this is crazy. How the fuck is this happened? Like that, you know, that little, that little, that little anxiety you get in your chest and like, how is this happening? You had what the gays once had, what the people living in New York City in the 70s once had, what underage people once had. So good for you. Don't, don't question yourself. Enjoy it. I also, I do relate to the frustration you have of not being able. The shared story with anybody else because you got topped off by a homeless babe with clean nails in between cars right next to the bus stop in LA after having a milkshake at Denny's. You can't go tell your parents about that. You can't go tell your coworkers about that. So that you, you, you're losing half the fun because the story of this is almost more fun than being topped off by this, this street floozy and I, I can relate because I've never been topped off by a homeless babe after having a milkshake. I can't, I, you know, I wish we, we can all dream, but I have lived in New York City and there were many times when I've been on the subway and I'm not, I'm not seeking out an upskirt situation, but I got my eyes open and there have been times. I remember one specific time I got off the subway and this was spring, you know, which is upskirt season and she was all walking up the stairwell and I was like, you know, I don't know, maybe five or six steps behind her, but it was a steep stairwell and I looked up and she was wearing this black thong, like G string thong perfect babe, maybe 27 years old. That's the perfect. And it was, you know, eight, 30 in the morning, I was on my way to work. Better than having coffee, I gave me such a burst of energy, but then I got to my office and I couldn't tell anybody, you know, what am I going to tell my boss? Hey, I just saw this stranger getting off the subway, she had a loose summer dress on and I saw her black G string. I could literally like see, I could see the outskirts of her butthole that had nobody I could share that experience with and it killed me because I wanted to tell everybody, I never go to the break room, the lunchroom when I worked in an office and I went to the lunch room and I almost told the story. Maybe this is works getting fired for, but I didn't tell everybody, it took everything in me not to share that story. So I know, like you got topped off and now you can't tell anybody, no, I just told the world, I saw this girl's skirt, but it was like seven years ago and you know, that's one of the beauties of living in New York City. Sometimes you'll be on a subway, you're a bomb, you're taking public transit and there's a lot of, if you take the subway, I've shared it all, but you get the point. So yeah, man, it's tough, it's tough not being able to share that with people that you know, I am glad you shared it with us on strangers on Reddit and now YouTube. So I thank you, thank you for sharing and you know, hey, you're better than all of us. God bless America. All right. On to the salesman's wife, John Lawrence, read along. We are starting chapter three, page 45, I'll read two pages if you are reading along. The debots doctor ran his tongue hungrily up and down her moist, trembling pussy probing with the artful tip of every fold of the warm, fluted outer lips and nibbling playfully at the silken strands of the lined her pussy. You found the tip of her clitoris, is it clitoris or clitoris? All right, moving along and began to suck at it until it grew hard, sending excruciating ripples of the light coursing throughout Pamela's body. At the same time, he gasped his erect cock with his hand and deftly sliding back the velvety foreskin. He gripped his huge instrument and began to masturbate roughly as he licked madly at the quivering pussy. Pamela overcome with the light, opened her legs wide to allow him easy entry and pushed her hips upwardly to eagerly press into his hungry mouth. Gone were all the thoughts of guilt and shame. In her wildly ex-exultant state, she was consumed with overwhelming pleasure and gave herself completely to it. She riffed ludly beneath Karlsberg's madly licking tongue, her open cunt grinding hard up against the greedy lips, crushing his mouth. cruelly into the slippery wetness. She had never experienced anything like it in her life, and she wanted more. Her legs kicked and thrust with abandon. "Yes!" she cried. "Yes!" The doctor throbbing with his own passion sucked feverously. While his gripped his cock tightly and jerked it up and down, he plunged his tongue deeply into her throbbing pussy hole, rotating far up inside her warmly seeping. Not China. "Oh, God!" she cried as Karlsberg's tongue drove deeply into her softly, clutching pussy. "Oh, God!" As the wildly abandoned young housewife riffed beneath his ludly, slavering mouth, his hand pumped furiously out of his blood and gourished cock. While his sperm swollen balls tightened in lewd anticipation, his loins were bursting with tremors of aching passion, roused with fever pits, and he moaned a guttural animal sounds. Pamela began to cry out, her senses whipped to a frenzy by Karlsberg tongue-fucking. She could hear that obscene wet, slicing, sounds made by his tongue on her pussy, and it thrilled her even more. Painwheels of bright cutter exploded behind her closed eyelids, billows were rising in her like sparkling bubbles of a light racing through her blood. Suddenly she realized that she had once again reached the peak of ecstasy that she had barely begun to know the night before and she surrendered completely, her body thrashing luridly, her head swinging from side to side, her mouth wide as she screamed in delight. Don't suck a fat one. a lot of people are not going to be able to see her.