April 04, 2006
boys will be boys
I once had a plan for my dotage. When I became an old man, I intended to pretend to be senile, drooling all over myself and babbling like a senseless idiot. That way, I could ride around in a wheelchair while grabbing wimmen by the tits or sticking my head up their dresses whenever I felt like it. I'd get away with it, too, because the wimmen would believe that I had the mind of a child and I didn't know what I was doing.
Good plan, huh?
Now, I don't know. I don't think I have the energy anymore to be a dirty old man. I think I would rather be a kid again and see if I couldn't "cute" my way through tit-grabbing and head-up-dress sticking. "Awww! Look, Barbara. Little Robbie just grabbed your tits. Ain't he cute?"
That's a better plan. Old men are stationary targets and too easy to bitch-slap. If I were a kid again, I might be able to outrun any woman who didn't think I was "cute" when I molested her.
(Picture shamelessly stolen from this guy)
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