bill-swift - September 12, 2012
What is it that compels a man toward a dour woman. The breaking of the ice? The tackle every challenge? The take no prisoners approach? All of that sounds like way too much work for us here, so why do we so badly want to lift the little black dress of Victoria Beckham and give her a solid spanking, with emphasis?
I think it must be that which drives a man toward the rocky shores when at sea, the Siren's call, the compulsion of some men to just make their lives more difficult than it has to be to confirm what their third grade teacher whispered once into their ear during an inappropriate alone time session behind the rectory, 'Son, life is about pain, at the bottom of every basket of hope is a snake waiting to consume your dreams'. I never did quite understand that, but I did get the snake part, which is why I learned very quickly never to be alone with Brother Ben in his special lunch spot, but I think it has something to do with a current day hunger to plunge neck long into the fur long of a sour puss like Victoria Beckham.
She does have nice legs. Enjoy.
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