If you’ve read this site, which you probably haven’t and definitely aren’t doing right now, making it a pretty weird use of my time, especially since I hate writing and have no real skill at writing, but if I did, I’d make sure to do a Young Adult Fiction series…
Anyway, if you’ve accidentally read the site, the only activity that I do is go to the grocery store.
I have an old fat wife who needs to be fed like the cattle that she is, or at least that she weighs as much as…
It’s the only time I get to see slutty women, all in line at the robot checkout, usually buying for one….and the fitness clothing their wear is absurd. It’s like being in the locker room with them, only it is frowned upon when you jerk off to them, or bend down next to them, pretending to get something off the lower shelf, when really you’re sniffing their asshole.
In the summer, the key is to hang out by the dairy fridges….especially after a flash rainstrom.
The nipples are hard…oftentimes visible because people don’t wear bras no more…
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