A Treatie on Titties

Cleavages and Cosmos, A breast are for me and the rest, Clogged my Log for a boobie blog...

All good titles for this journal in the FOTF blog and here's another one, Black Dog Bewbs

Don’t think of a black dog... you son of a bitch, you did didn’t you ?!?!

Well rest your heart reader, this was only a test most people would respond the same way. Ready for the next one?

Don’t stare at her boobs… Awe C’mon you’re reading for Christ sake, there probably aren’t even any boobs in the room! (unless you’re one our female readers in which case, wow... really?, well there's no accounting for taste).

Again fear not you disgusting pervs., you’re only human and when you know there's something you're not supposed to look at you're probably gonna do it more, especially if puts the baguettes in your basket… or gives you boners.

I was talking with a female friend whilst maintaining perfect eye contact….with her eyes. I glanced down for barely a nano second. Long enough to get the look unfortunately. Now believe it not folks, I've seen enough boobs to not have to stare at all of them... at least when I'm talking to the people their attached to.

Never the less I could not shake the shame and was driven to the bottle. I’ve never drank so many cosmopolitans, I was wracked with guilt you might say.

After I'd cleaned up a bit I had another drink and was off to plead my case, "sorry we’re friends and all but your still a very pretty girl and sometimes my dick forgets the first part of this weak apology” I explained. Despite being the logical end of the issue, I of course felt the need to elaborate.

“I mean if I had a bulge in my pants you’d glance at it right? What if that bulge was sticking out my chest all the time you couldn’t help but stare!”

Somehow being able to shake the visual of a huge cock on my chest she replied. "first of all I don’t know if you know, but you have a noticeable bulge most of the time, plus since you're black, people assume you have a big dick. So in a way you’re covered in em, you shouldn’t lose your shit when people stare either.”

Now the conversation continued to explore race and gender but I'm gonna end it here on account of the fact it was way clever and I'm hungry. So I leave you with this...

Remember KNOWING IS HALF THE BATTLE.

I bid you farewell folks, until our next chat.

-Braz

Thoughts from Braz

OK so I've finally arrived AFTER A 3 HOUR DRIVE with my sister and Jessica(a family
friend) from Ajax. After enduring their girl talk and getting some interesting insights
in to the female psyche(which I will be sure to exploit later). I arrived on the
Kosmack family farm. It the stereo typical 'ma and pa and Kent' type of joint complete
with Krypto/Colby the lovable family mutt. Tomorrow I start the farming and I can’t be
more excited, right now I'm still taking in my surroundings. For example theirs a
combine bow and arrow in my room. A fucking bow and arrow people. And I think it’s
meant for killing things not puss ass archery class.

I'm not feeling particularly literary today so this ones short but none the less
entertaining I assure you. Like I said I'm not really feeling to literary today so
instead of giving adequate background an pacing shit I'm just gonna rattle off some
of the fun things that have happened in the last couple days.

-An old woman called juicy Lucy told me she liked her olives big black and spicy.

-My sister’s boyfriend got drunk and tried to get me to fight him then apologized
and asked me not to tell my sister still claiming to be a pimp all the while.

-I was called a monkey boy.

-I drove and eventually blew up a riding lawnmower.

That's all I can remember at the moment, what? I never said this stuff would be
coherent. You selfish fucker really do ask too much of me.

South In your mouth

People and TV are like cool aid and water to much and they loose flavor to little
and there's something terribly wrong with them they lack. the problem is even when
you get the right mixture its still full of sugar and can lead to cavities and
diabetes

Until next time,
I'm Braz
You're the reader