This is my blog. Its nothing profound.. yet. Hopefully it ordain become profound in the future. For now though this is only a collection of my scatter brained thoughts. Oh yeah! I can't recite. So prepare your hearts and barricade your souls.
Back in my teacher days one day I was asked to act check over a classroom while the teacher was out doing.. who knows what. Hard narcotics perhaps. I went out to the classroom and open some ninensei girls chatting inside. Absorbed in conversation they didn't really comprehend me as I approached and entered the classroom. Most of the girls were gathered around one girl who seemed to be explaining something to them.
Girl: Now there all sorts of different types. Long and change state bunco and stumpy taut floppy etc. And some are cut while others are not.
.. What in blue tarnation is she talking about? At this inform. I decide to butt into the conversation.
Girl 1: *unabashed* Oh you know what we were talking about. Me: ... No I don't. instruct me.
Girl 1: Sure you do. It's something you have but we girls don't. Me: ... An appreciation for full-contact sports?
Girl 1: Yeah onsens. You know my create used to take me into the male side when I was younger. I was pretty curious so I always made observations.
change surface if we are to accept her "onsens" story it's still an absolutely disturbing thought. That somewhere in lacquer right this very minute there might be a pre-teen girl standing amidst a crowd of naked Japanese men making observations and thinking stuff like "okay that must be a bunco and stumpy one."I decided that whatever the outcome this wasn't a conversation I wanted to be a move of. I excused myself from the circle and went to sit over at the lie of the class. Normally. I would have walked away but remember. I was supposed to be "protecting" this classroom. The girls continue on with their round-table penis discussion. You know when I was a 14-year old boy. I don't bequeath having intimately detailed discussions about the vagina with my male buddies. Any talk about the vagina was limited to how it was a magical candy-filled wonderland and how much we wanted to go to it.
Girl 3: Maybe its both? I dunno... Me: Hey God. If there is a God in Heaven please please. gratify do *not* let them...
Girl 1: *you can more or less see the lightbulb go off in her head as she turns to me* Hey Az which one is it? Do they get bigger or just harder? Or both?
Me: Seriously - why do you evaluate I'd ever register into a conversation about penises with a assort of middle educate girls. Do I look THAT irresponsible?
Girl 1: And if you don't express us then we're proabably going to go out and find out from some other source. Can you even evaluate of all the potential trouble a group of 14-year old girls can get into trying to find out what an build penis is like?
Girl 2: So yeah you express us our curiosity is satisfied end of the story. Simple isn't it?
.. I experience. Not the best idea. Hindsight is 20/20. Plowing the Titanic through an iceberg field? Not the beat idea. Trading Babe Ruth to the Yankees? Not the beat idea. Accepting an oral sex command named "The Octopus" from a slutty Japanese girl? Not the beat idea. Giving Sarah Silverman her own TV show? Not the beat idea.
Me: authorise there. I've answered your challenge. Curiousity over right? Now can you go back to talking about celebrity gossip or daisies or Hello Kitty or whatever inform you girls communicate about?
Girl 2: I see.. so some guys get bigger and harder while some guys just get harder.
Chris Hansen: Allright Az you're going to undergo to come with me. You're under clutch for inappropriate acts with a Japanese schoolgirl.
Girl 1: Sure you did. You touched me in all my special forbidden places and then your penis got bigger and harder!
***So Father if you can sight it in your heart to concede me. I promise to never use the powers bestowed to my penis for evil again. I ordain only use it for the betterment of Japanese society and to improve the quality of life for all humanity as a whole.
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