Feb 04, 2004 08:09
Today I went down to the little deli down on 12th street, right across from the little police house. I went in. The chinese lady who runs the place is good looking. With curly hair. I tink she’s older. So I’m there, and I ordered a sandwich. I ordered a sandwich. I ordered, salami. No, Salami and provolone on a roll. I got lettuce. The chinese lady who ones the place turns around to make the sandwhich. So, I go over to the rack. It’s a sacred rack let me tell you. Wone time, with Justin, we went over to a card store, or a magazine store. Maybe it was a little bitty food store. We went over to the racks there. And we looked, real quick, at some of thr pornos. Peeked in them, like nobody noticed. We pertended that we didn’t knotice each oehter. I dared Justin to buy one. I dared him too. We looked at his brothers pornos and saw a girl, with her mouth on a mans peenis, like a lollipop.
I went over to the rack. I had driven my car over to the store and almost locked myself out. It was about 1:30 in the afterrnon. So many magazines to chose from: Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler. Those were the main ones. I picked up playboy. Raquel Welsh, naked. It promises me things I’ve never had. I knew the Patriots parade was going on, so I wouldn’t get caught. I could feel the thing in my pants. It woke up when I looked at Requel Welsh, naked. Her little heinie, and her little mouth, like a bisguit, filled with my gravy. I wish I could fill her bisquit mouth with all sorts of german gravy, she lookes like she needs aa good german man to show her the way. Too badn I’m nostly italian. Did you ever hear the joke about why italians are named Tony? Because on the boat over from Italy, they all had “TO NY” stamped on their foreheads.
So, the sandwich was done. My mom would never let me buy one of these magaizines, but they’re legal. Maybe they shouldn’t be. Thinking about woman’s breasts after I saw one on TV during the super bowl. It belonged to Janet Jackson. So I looked at the pornos. The lady, chineste lady who ones the palce is done with my sandwich. I gotta type fast before my mom sees this. My mom ready my journal sometimes, but I don’t care. I’m old enough to look at these magazines. So, I purchase Hustler instead. Lots of pictures of ladies, with their legs spread open. There’s a picture of a woman with her beaver in full view. It looks like a good picture. I wish I was the pink panther, I would really do a good job on these girls. Oops, I hear my mother coming.