I need to stop going to hooters. The food is passable, the seats uncomfortable, but everytime I leave the place I have a prolonged errection. I don’t think that would be a problem if I was in a relationship but as a single person who deeply admires breasts of nubile young women it is frustrsating to the senses to be assulted by the variety of bussoms in the place.
The worst thing that happened this weekend was arround midnight on Friday. I was sleeping and heard someone trying to open my door. Being one of my greatest fears, I jolted up and screamed at the top of my lung. It was pitch black and I had no idea if I was to late and someone was already in my home. I turned on a light and then heard knocking on the door. Grabbing my baseball bat, I peered throught the peephole and saw some guy in a hoodie with his back towards me. The door opens slightly, the guy looks at me, and says oh. He then walks down and yells as loud as he can to the car waiting downstairs, I got the wrong house. I was more annoyed by the fact that he thought it was ok to just try opening the door then the fact that he couldn’t appoligize for freaking me the hell out.
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