Some guy from Miss Emma's ex-workplace kept on sexually harassing her, telling her that he would stare at her ass when she was working. One day, when Miss Emma went in for guitar practice, she left her phone in the car. This is what I sent him...
Text Message from Me to Miss Emma:
The Following is a text message sent from me to Miss Emma when she began to complain about a couple making out in the car next to her. It speaks on public affection as a whole so I thought I'd share it with you: “When people proceed to make out in public, I always imagine that they are absolutely grotesque in bed. Couples probably look like two idiots seizuring atop one another and foaming from the mouth while they release their bowels across the otherwise clean sheets. You know it to be true, you know that everyone who isn't us releases literal piles of fecal matter and flings them at one another while they attempt to impale each other with their crooked, small, and pathetic dicks, enormous, vinegary clits, and other disgusting 'items' which they dispense inside one another and never again release... their urine floods the bed and makes the mattress like a giant piss sponge, which they proceed to roll around in until they think they might've had an orgasm which most closely resembles a festering pile of vomit.” More to come on this subject, to be sure. |
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