Even More Random Thoughts

Suddenly remembering a moment of genuine fear when I faced the possibility that a woman might want more sex than I did. The very concept was too enormous and mind-boggling for me to contemplate. 🤔
 
Apparently “A good fuck” is not the correct response to the question “is there anything else I can help you with today” when on the phone to the bank
 
If only our brains would listen to us when we rationalize with them.

I’ve been trying to have a rational, civilized conversation with your butt all this time, but I guess I didn’t realize that it was your brain that I should have been talking to. I’m not very bright. My bad. 🤔
 
A person cannot hear a conversation or advice until they are mentally available to hear it.
 
Unfortunately remembering for no good reason a morning when I woke up experiencing pain when I pee’d. I was in a new city and randomly went to the nearest medical practice. The doctor who came in to see me was a younger, sort of folksy woman who I, rightly or wrongly, assessed as being gay. At some point during our conversation, she decided it was necessary for her to stick her finger up my butt, and she made no attempt to hide how unhappy this prospect made her. I felt worse for her than I did for myself. I’ve never before or since felt so clearly that I was going to be the worst part of someone’s day. 🙄
 
Contemplating yet again the eternal mystery that I can lay in bed and call out “Kitty, kitty, kitty,” and suddenly be surrounded by pussy, but human women very rarely seem to hear me or respond to my calls. There is a flaw in this system that I seem unable to correct. Maybe if I offered free Uber? 🤔
 
I really wish things would finally spill over the tipping point so I could live out my apocolyptic world domination dreams.
 
Straightening up my socks and underwear drawer and trying to remember who this thong belonged to. Don’t know if she forgot it or if she was just trying to escape. 🤔
 
Are you sure it’s not one of yours, you’ve just forgotten about?

:D

Har! I only have maybe six pairs of underwear (and have never figured out why I call them “pairs”). I never wear them except to funerals or weddings, out of respect for the dead or the condemned, and to prevent other church-going attendees from being able to tell whether or not I’m circumcised through linen or wool trousers. But I do confess that I did once try on a girlfriend’s thong, just to see what it felt like. Why, why, why? Women just seem to keep inventing new ways to torture themselves. :D
 
Har! I only have maybe six pairs of underwear (and have never figured out why I call them “pairs”). I never wear them except to funerals or weddings, out of respect for the dead or the condemned, and to prevent other church-going attendees from being able to tell whether or not I’m circumcised through linen or wool trousers. But I do confess that I did once try on a girlfriend’s thong, just to see what it felt like. Why, why, why? Women just seem to keep inventing new ways to torture themselves. :D

This just leaves me with so many new questions 😂🤣
 
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