Sendell
I'm not wearing any panties!!
So I work in a cafe/tea place and, as you'd expect, we get all sorts of ugly, fat middle aged women coming in for their pre-brunch gluttony sessions. But today we get something really screwed up; this woman (you couldn't tell apart from the "fat tits") comes waddling in the door wearing a fawn colured t-shirt that must have been 5 sizes too small for her and sits down at a table. At that point there was already a pretty intense battle going on in my mind between "It's so hideous, I can't look away" and "If you look at that for one second more the image will be burned into your mind and you won't be able to wank for a month". And then I get closer, and I see the beard. This was no ordinary "old lady beard". This was stubble, half a centimetre long covering all three of her chins and the only thing that could take your attention away from her asshole breath. Just how are we supposed to go on living when we've seen that and know that it's out there, breathing, growing...waiting?