So, what is new, you may be asking.  You may also be thinking why in the holy fuck am I reading this garbage.  I know I often wonder why anyone would read it.  I sure as hell wouldn’t.  But, that’s just me.  Anyway, where were we?  What’s new….well I guess moving counts as new?  Where am I moving to?  I haven’t a clue.  Your guess is as good as mine.  I have the Pan Handle of Florida in mind as well as southern Georgia.  I have even considered Alabama and Louisianna as possible targets to make my moving assault.  So, if you are in one of the target states, I would put on your helmet because you’re going to need it.  I bring a wide path of porn destruction wherever I go.

 

I whacked a guy off at the gym last week.  Not actually in the gym.  That would have been a bit awkward, not to mention screwed up the whole exercise thing.  I jerked him in his car.  Why?  Because I just felt like tugging him off.  How old was he?  I don’t know.  If I had to guess, I’d say twenty four, maybe twenty eight.  I don’t remember his name, where he was from, or just about anything else other than he worked at Verizon.  He was a good looking young man with a great body, and he inspired me to place his dick in one hand, his balls in the other and jerk him off.  It just felt right.  Not to kill the story but when he came, it went into the air vent so best of luck to him getting that out.  Why am I telling you this?  I don’t know.  I just felt I should share.  There are no fancy porn details.  We didn’t have wild sex in the parking lot and or all over his car.  I simply rubbed his cock in such a manner till he emptied the contents of his nuts onto and inside his dashboard.  I call that a good time for all parties involved.  Guys like to squeeze tits, and I like to hold dicks.  His dick wasn’t anything special.  It wasn’t huge, and it wasn’t small.  It was just a dick.  It was hard when I pulled it out, and it was still hard when I let go.  I never saw it soft.  I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and left him to clean up the mess.  After all, it was his mess.  I skipped over a lot of details to this story to save time, but you can fill in the blanks any way you feel proper.

 

I have been flashing people along the way, that’s a given.  Any road trip I take there will be flashing.  I have noticed the trucks all have nifty slogans.  “Excellence in Motion” or “Superior pride in performance” and so on and so on.  What in the holy truck tires does that even mean and who is meant to read it?  I thought that a really good slogan for a truck company would be “Bob’s Trucking, We do it right most of the time.”  Yeah, I’m not sure what made me think of this.  It was there, so I took it.

I logged into Instagram after a week or so to find another post has been pulled for “violating the community standards.”  What that really means is some ding dong finds it offensive for any number of reasons.  Can’t you just picture them sitting around all creepy like, reporting posts, feeling all strong and mighty as they pat themselves on the back?  If I’m honest, at the very least, you are going to want to keep your pets away from these kinds of people.

 

That is all.  I will report in on the State of The Union tomorrow.

 

Brooke