the other day whilst driving
we were overtaken by a cock in a Merc. It was a totally pointless overtake because he didn't have anywhere to go because we were all in a queue of shame behind a horsebox. He was just showing off.

So when the horsebox had buggered off, mr nuts overtook him back, up the next available hill,when he couldn't do anything about it. I turned to look at him as we zoomed past. His face was contorted with almost illegal amounts of rage, jibbering, and what looked like constipation. There were little white flecks at the corners of his mouth. The veins at his temples weren't so much throbbing as cocooning into glorious, tumescent, forehead hardons. His cock must have been burrowing itself back into his body. Ah, poor man, I thought. So much anger. So much rage.

Then I poked my tongue out at him as far as it would go, jabbed my thumbs into my cheeks and wiggled my fingers at him.

Then we giggled like mongs all the way home.
(bagofpinenuts, Sat 19 Sep 2009, 20:51, Reply)