October 2, 2010
After they broke up, I didn't really miss peering at them from behind my blinds under cover of darkness. I mean, how many times did I need to see his flabby sparsely-haired ass quivering as he dipped in and out of her for a frenzied two minutes anyway? After the fiftieth time, it gets kind of monotonous. Still, I was compelled to peer through the blinds hoping for a glimpse of the girl, now alone. Without his gelatinous flesh to obscure the view, what would I see? Ice cream shoveled to a crying mouth via a soup ladle?