Back in the day, the first brand new home in many years was built in our neighborhood… and the Anderson family moved in there. The little sister was a stuck-up c***, so my buddy and I would always reference her as “The Rich B****”.
The older brother was OK, but he too was sort of snobby. He once stated: “we’re conservative”, and ever after we referenced him as “Mister Conservative”. We didn’t know what in the hell “conservative” meant in that context back then.
I wish I could have waited a few years until that “Rich B****” grew older and filled-out, and then had the chance to bend her over a couch somewhere. I would have dipped my wick into that spoiled p**** to a depth not unlike that to which my leg once sunk into the muddy ground at the vacant lot on their land after they tore down the old, pink home with shrubs all around, and before their eventual home was built.
Just for thinking about all that I might now need to go and rub one out to one of the Colombian senoritas on Chaturbate so late at night.
