What’s my beef? Man-boobs! That’s right I don’t like the sight of guys with breasts. This afternoon at around 1510, Orin comes by to check-up on the two tilers/tile job upstairs.
Orin was wearing a dark-blue shirt with scroll-works/squiggly-lines on the upper-left chest area, just like Clemeister’s dark gray shirt tonight during choir rehearsal.
Anyway, Orin’s shirt was long/loose and fell to a comfortable length around the hip/whatever. But the shirt was that double-knit material that kinda/sorta conforms to the body’s contours.
Yuch! He had pointy man-boobs! WTF?! Everything else looked good on that reptilian – almost shoulder-length blackish/salt-pepper hair, hairy-ass/salt-pepper chest, and longish/hairy limbs.
I don’t mind guys with a little roundish, jelly-belly pooch. I’d like to rub those kinds for good luck. But I’ll damned if that shirt comes off and reveals MANBOOBS! My newest fantasy guy is destroyed because of “feminine” qualities!
OMG! And to further destroy the image of my dream guy, I imagined him in a rainbow sweat band, polyester shorts, knee-high/white/tube socks, and jogging!
I was following him down stairs when he let out a sigh and said something about his painful knees. And after I sat down on the sofa while Mutha worked on her blouse nearby, the baffoon pats his tummy and says he has too loose weight.
We told him exercise and then he said he jogged this morning but his knees were bothering him. Poof! That’s a blow on my dreams. A runner/jogger. Faggots.
Anyway, he left at 1515 and sat in his black Lexus car another five minutes while phoning-in his surprise visit on the/our job site. Suddenly, a white/unmarked van of Juan M (the one-eyed monster/second husband of Loca Lolita) sped past Orin and came to a halting stop in front of our mail boxes.
As Orin left southbound on MY long stretch of road, Mutha and I walked out from our front foot and halfway to our driveway/past out ADT camera and saw that Juan M was waiting at a good distance from Loca Lolita’s front door.
There’s a shiny bullet waiting for him, too, if he dares hurt “my” Ate Lolita. After all, we Filipinas with “hurt feelings” must defend each other from illegal immigrants, eh?
But I digress. Manboobs of any shape/size are nasty, especially when the nipples stick out! Fuck! I’m gonna get a pair of scissors and trim those suckers down to nil-flatness! Eew! Eew! Eew!
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