Hustle never sleeps. No matter how young or old you are, if pussy’s out there looking for you, it’ll find you. That’s just some people’s cross to bear. Some people attract bugs, other people attract pussy. It’s genetic. Probably. I’m a blogger, not a scientist.
Like this kid who got on camera without even expecting it and threw out a wink that probably soaked every panty from the Southernmost point of the Earth to the Northernmost.
It’s moments like these that make me happy I don’t have any kids. Because if I had sons, I’d automatically love them less for not being as cold-blooded as this kid. I’d spend the rest of my days envying this kid’s parents and hating the mini-me’s my balls had squirted out. But, if I had daughters, I’d know deep down that their self-worth didn’t stand a chance against this kid. Forever unclean and all that. They walk into an ice cream parlor and this kid’s sitting there, I know who they’re leaving with. And it’s not me. No matter how much I’ll hate the kid for stealing my little girls away from me, I can’t wholly blame him. It’s his cross to bear. We’re all just cogs in a machine, he just was unlucky enough to be surrounded by lady cogs.
[h/t Death and Taxes]