mao che minh's Journal: A myriad of emotions

I was wandering down Main Street yesterday morning, I believe that I was shopping for shoes, when I caught a glimpse of a very attractive "surfer chick". Light brown hair, athletic build, short form-hugging O'Neil swimming trunks.

I paused, stared at the slowly crawling clouds in the sky, and thought to myself: "Man, it would be fucking sweet to drag my sweaty ball sac across her pretty virgin face".

I then turned to my girlfriend and smiled.