halloween was unusual (as usual)
we embodied the leaders of the goofy parade:
the corn dog,
the algorithm,
the dead boy,
the sexy steering wheel, bam,
the proposed savior,
the tickle monster,
the constructor gadget,
& dr. pepper-timberlake's christian marching band brother
there are many arenas for sexual display... consider overton park, for instance.
while exploring the old forest trails in search of the infamous "hoboland," you and i stumbled upon a "land" of a different sort... a "homo-land."
i call this neck of the woods, "blowjob central" or "condom-wrapped-wasteland."
i recalled an experience from earlier this year-- while relaxing on a large fallen tree, pleasantly sketching with my friends, i was only admiring the beauty of nature when we were approached by a short ogre-ish man wearing sporty exercise clothes. after engaging in small-talk, he tried to tempt us with a gulp of his spiked gatorade, then he continued to ask, "so, can i interest you guys in a blow job?"
thats why i call this place "blowjob central."
today, while traversing the trails, we accidentally stumbled upon a group of suspicious-looking men who quickly dispersed at the sight of us. it was really eerie. they disappeared in and out of thickets and tree branches along the trails. you and i exchanged questions:
"did you look at his crotch, did you see any boners?"
"did you smell that weed?"
"did you see, when that guy passed, how he smiled and nodded at me?"
"yeah, he didnt even look at me, thats how i could tell he was a homo." we ventured off of the trails so that we might be able to spy on them. they didnt tickle our taste so we went to climb some magnolia trees.
