withperfectly proportioned areolas and reactive nipples. I enjoyed their every benefit in high school. She started out as a little fat girl in grade school that would pass on playing outside to eat donuts in front of cartoons, but after years of her brothers calling her King Kong Kate, she went vegetarian for a while in junior high and became a gym rat. She got slender and fit just in time for high school. Lucky for her, the weight didn’t come off her chest. Lucky for me, too. As an added bonus, she still held twinges of the self-esteem of a fat girl. Low self-esteem at an age where making a boy happy makes self-esteem? I didn’t know it at the time, but that was how a scrawny geek like me snagged her back then. Though that ended in a sour flash. The last time I saw her breasts in the flesh was at the start of senior year: me walking into a laundry room at a party, Kate topless, on her knees, in front of a pant-less James Keene. At least she married the next guy she went out with after dumping James a couple weeks later.
I am feeling nauseous from this run.
Xander brought his dog to park too. This little guy was tied up to the corner of the bench, seated contently in the grass, checking out the scene out at the park while his master was porking. This puppy was panting heavily. Out of breath from sitting. He was a Sharpee, all extra skin and rolls, but also was an overweight Sharpee, so he looked like a furry Xander. This guy looked like one of those dogs that would keep eating whatever food he could get into his paws; fill a bowl with a cup, he’ll eat a cup, fill it up with two cups, then two cups gone, spill a bag of Iams, better buy another bag tomorrow. I’m sure he was getting a ton of table food. Eating Xander’s daily scraps would be a full meal in itself for any dog, but it looked like this furry guy was using it as a supplement to his dry dog food meal. The best hope for this dog would be if he got into a bad batch of dirt and snagged a tapeworm. Then maybe Xander will unknowingly pick up some infested doggie poop, contaminate his hand, then forget to wash up before dinner and eat a few sloppy joes seasoned with tape worm – instant weight loss plan. Then again, his calorie intake may overcome even the tapeworm, so all Xander would be left with is a fat ass tapeworm living symbiotically in his lower intestine.
Looks like Xander and his lady were leaving. Xander grabbed the leash off the corner of the bench with his left hand, patted his crotch downward and gave one of his lady’s front boobs a playful squeeze with his right hand. They went off hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, two asses shifting side to side like a couple bean bag chairs on a see-saw. They were no doubt en route to his house to advance their play to the next level; flaps slapping on top of a stressing mattress finishing in a pile of sweaty, sticky flesh.
Hey, it’s been forty minutes. That went by quick. The best part of the workout is right now, when the body is recovering in endorphins with the memory of the comparatively extended discomfort still fresh. Thank god, I am done for today.
Thank you, Xander.
BIG HOSPITAL
Doctors get sick too. They are terrible patients. They know too much medicine and can play armchair quarterback with every decision made by the medical staff. I am a terrible patient.
I got a bad stomach bug from some kid I saw at the office who spent the entire visit directing coughs into my mouth every time I opened it to talk, and so I urinated from my colon for a couple days straight. I got a little lazy in my hydration, mainly because I could barely muster the strength to get out of bed, much less keep drinking Gatorade, so I started falling behind in my fluid replacement. My sister came to check on me on the third day of my illness
I am feeling nauseous from this run.
Xander brought his dog to park too. This little guy was tied up to the corner of the bench, seated contently in the grass, checking out the scene out at the park while his master was porking. This puppy was panting heavily. Out of breath from sitting. He was a Sharpee, all extra skin and rolls, but also was an overweight Sharpee, so he looked like a furry Xander. This guy looked like one of those dogs that would keep eating whatever food he could get into his paws; fill a bowl with a cup, he’ll eat a cup, fill it up with two cups, then two cups gone, spill a bag of Iams, better buy another bag tomorrow. I’m sure he was getting a ton of table food. Eating Xander’s daily scraps would be a full meal in itself for any dog, but it looked like this furry guy was using it as a supplement to his dry dog food meal. The best hope for this dog would be if he got into a bad batch of dirt and snagged a tapeworm. Then maybe Xander will unknowingly pick up some infested doggie poop, contaminate his hand, then forget to wash up before dinner and eat a few sloppy joes seasoned with tape worm – instant weight loss plan. Then again, his calorie intake may overcome even the tapeworm, so all Xander would be left with is a fat ass tapeworm living symbiotically in his lower intestine.
Looks like Xander and his lady were leaving. Xander grabbed the leash off the corner of the bench with his left hand, patted his crotch downward and gave one of his lady’s front boobs a playful squeeze with his right hand. They went off hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, two asses shifting side to side like a couple bean bag chairs on a see-saw. They were no doubt en route to his house to advance their play to the next level; flaps slapping on top of a stressing mattress finishing in a pile of sweaty, sticky flesh.
Hey, it’s been forty minutes. That went by quick. The best part of the workout is right now, when the body is recovering in endorphins with the memory of the comparatively extended discomfort still fresh. Thank god, I am done for today.
Thank you, Xander.
BIG HOSPITAL
Doctors get sick too. They are terrible patients. They know too much medicine and can play armchair quarterback with every decision made by the medical staff. I am a terrible patient.
I got a bad stomach bug from some kid I saw at the office who spent the entire visit directing coughs into my mouth every time I opened it to talk, and so I urinated from my colon for a couple days straight. I got a little lazy in my hydration, mainly because I could barely muster the strength to get out of bed, much less keep drinking Gatorade, so I started falling behind in my fluid replacement. My sister came to check on me on the third day of my illness
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