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Sunday, July 30, 2006
Alley parties
In a nearby backstreet I often walk through, I sometimes have seen used rubbers. And today this was on display. I wonder what goes on at night there?
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
Yeah. Probably, my dear Watson...
What I'd love to know, is how come I found a used rubber in the most unlikely of places : 100 metres down the road from my actual house. I mean, there are MANY strange things about it:
-Somebody, in Lebanon, is using a rubber, but then casually discarding it on the side of the road... while almost exactly on the other side there's a very roomy trash bin! I thought a rubber user was supposed to be a considerate person? Perhaps not towards the environment...
-This place is just on the side of the road, bordering a forest. Very unlikely place. I mean, inside the forest, okay. On the road, in a secluded and intimate place, okay. But on the side of the road, at a crossroads, well lit, very close to a house, in a residential area? I mean, by road, there's a very isolated place not five minutes away! Who would stop their car precisely here for "that" reason? Weirdish.
And I didn't even see the matching, um... "trophy" anywhere around! Now how am I supposed to start a collection?
Yeah, I know, there's another fetishist option. But I don't need any help for THAT. I can easily make my own used rubbers. And even fudge-filled, if I feel in the mood for kinkiness.
To think I often go on night walks, and never noticed a thing... Well, there was that car in the area, once. With two football supporters during the Cup. Two guys... Maybe I'm lucky not to have noticed anything!!!
In a nearby backstreet I often walk through, I sometimes have seen used rubbers. And today this was on display. I wonder what goes on at night there?
1 comment:
Yeah. Probably, my dear Watson...
What I'd love to know, is how come I found a used rubber in the most unlikely of places : 100 metres down the road from my actual house. I mean, there are MANY strange things about it:
-Somebody, in Lebanon, is using a rubber, but then casually discarding it on the side of the road... while almost exactly on the other side there's a very roomy trash bin! I thought a rubber user was supposed to be a considerate person? Perhaps not towards the environment...
-This place is just on the side of the road, bordering a forest. Very unlikely place. I mean, inside the forest, okay. On the road, in a secluded and intimate place, okay. But on the side of the road, at a crossroads, well lit, very close to a house, in a residential area? I mean, by road, there's a very isolated place not five minutes away! Who would stop their car precisely here for "that" reason? Weirdish.
And I didn't even see the matching, um... "trophy" anywhere around! Now how am I supposed to start a collection?
Yeah, I know, there's another fetishist option. But I don't need any help for THAT. I can easily make my own used rubbers. And even fudge-filled, if I feel in the mood for kinkiness.
To think I often go on night walks, and never noticed a thing... Well, there was that car in the area, once. With two football supporters during the Cup. Two guys... Maybe I'm lucky not to have noticed anything!!!
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