Every time I fly... When standing in line of the tsa. I think about a slightly pregnant, moderate bush, strong tan line Italian/Greek/Turkish woman with a well shaped ass while aggressively adjusting my junk. I object to the body scanner and ask for a pat down. My hopes is that who ever touches my chubby will looks up in my eyes ...I dont care if is a fat black chick or old white man... So I can wink or pucker my lips lovingly. My wife knows about it and thought is was so immature at 27. Yet at 37 she thinks it hilarious.
But no fucking shit, I get the worse pat downs. Most of the times the tsa agent gives a 50 percent effort job. Only one old man contacted my chubby and it was back handed and totally proper textbock pat down.
And heres the confession... I considered popping a cialis before the last wonderful flight cause the days of raging nrbs are over.
But no fucking shit, I get the worse pat downs. Most of the times the tsa agent gives a 50 percent effort job. Only one old man contacted my chubby and it was back handed and totally proper textbock pat down.
And heres the confession... I considered popping a cialis before the last wonderful flight cause the days of raging nrbs are over.
