It’s Wetspot Wednesday….which is the worst fucking day of the week because wet spots are disgusting to me…but then again, maybe this is your most favorite post of the week because you are a single dude and see dirty panties as something you actually seek out at the laundromat, thrift store collection bins, your mom’s house…you know to give your jerking off some flavor…you are not a married man to an obese women who has experienced so many blown out panties pre-menopause, post menopause, with various infections….from Yeast to Bacterial, we’ve been through it all….even a possible miscarriage, but I don’t believe I can knock up women, even at my prime….dead balls over here….but that gelatinous frog shaped ball of flesh must have been a fetus….we named him CLETUS….and unlike Chrissy Teigen we didn’t pose in family photos with it, or write poetry books for Hilary Clinton to retweet…but I do still have him in a jar after scraping him out of the panties, I figure one day science will be able to make him into the man I want him to be….someone to drink with or at least make me money so I can drink…
All this to say, wet spot Wednesday is vile..