Boobs with John Waters' Mustache (Another boy post)

Good morrow ladies and and gents and welcome to another installment of boy Meets World. Just kidding. I'm not nearly gay enough to name my section of the blog after anything Fred Savage did.

You know you're far gone when your owner loses the ability to text for two days and it felt like such unending torture that when She gets that ability back you almost gasm with joy. As the really obnoxious commercial says, i'm there.

But for once, today's post isn't going to be Pinky-centric. Today's blog is all about Starshine. Kinda.

Its actually all about Starshine's boobies. A topic i admittedly know little about. In fact, the extent of my knowledge begins and ends with "They're really big."

But that didn't stop me from thrusting...hehe... myself into another challenge of endurance and possible retardation as i often do. See, if you spend enough time around me, you eventually learn that you can get me to do anything by saying i wont do it. For some reason, i'm incredibly prone to random short bursts of cockiness that make me think i can, and often, should, do some really stupid shit. For instance, a few months back, i turned a Mistress imposed 5 day masturbation ban into a 6 week self imposed ban, which then turned into three more weeks. During that extra 3 weeks i imposed a stipulation saying i would add three more weeks for every primary Obama lost, and would impose a lifelong ban if he became the nominee but lost the presidency. i am sofa king retarded.

Last night, while talking to SS, i made the comment that i would think about her boobs all day today. i don't remember why i said it other than it was a joke in response to something she said. But her response triggered my ego so fast i forgot where i was for a moment. "No you won't. You're not going to do that." i was as good as challenged.

Its now 11:03 in the morning. i've been up since 8:30. Since the terms were vague, i decided it would be most challenging and true to the challenge if i have one thought about SS's pillows per minute. Its been 2.5 hours, and i've learned something about myself; i'm only capable of having so many thoughts about tits, especially those not belonging to my girlfriend. i've failed as a man...

Despite this shortcoming, i soldier on, conjuring up a (hopefully) new image every minute. Its going to be a long day...

Also, id like to personally apologize to Pinky. i'm not sure if this'll piss Her off or not. God damnit >.<

~i'm the least you could do