Zan Dune Fixations
Yaaaarg
If one more 30-40 something-year-old sleaze bag white guy with an affinity for desert women throws his money at the women of my culture with my knowledge, I believe I will snap in a way i never have before. It's violating to me to see these rich older men ogle my sand sisters. Ack! And what's worse! They bring these beautiful woman [nose augmentation and all] into my restaurant to wine and dine them and flaunt their checkbooks and flirt and leer at them and mock their accents and treat them as though because of their accents, that they are in fact stoopid[as if the language barrier means nothing]. They think they're so stupid, in fact, that they blatantly flirt and leer and ogle me--their sister--in their presence and think nothing of it. They invite me to dinner sometime. Ask me about my nonexistent accent and background and think nothing of my ring of promise on display in all it's diamond glory or the woman in the courting seat across from them. They think nothing of these things for one stupid reason: they think that polygamy is truly the foundation of our faith. OBSURD, sir. You are grossly wrong. and gross. and just wrong.
Take your clammy hands off of her desert tan legs at the table. Contain your squeamish horny giggle. Wipe the fog off your glasses. And present yourself a gentleman.
If one more 30-40 something-year-old sleaze bag white guy with an affinity for desert women throws his money at the women of my culture with my knowledge, I believe I will snap in a way i never have before. It's violating to me to see these rich older men ogle my sand sisters. Ack! And what's worse! They bring these beautiful woman [nose augmentation and all] into my restaurant to wine and dine them and flaunt their checkbooks and flirt and leer at them and mock their accents and treat them as though because of their accents, that they are in fact stoopid[as if the language barrier means nothing]. They think they're so stupid, in fact, that they blatantly flirt and leer and ogle me--their sister--in their presence and think nothing of it. They invite me to dinner sometime. Ask me about my nonexistent accent and background and think nothing of my ring of promise on display in all it's diamond glory or the woman in the courting seat across from them. They think nothing of these things for one stupid reason: they think that polygamy is truly the foundation of our faith. OBSURD, sir. You are grossly wrong. and gross. and just wrong.
Take your clammy hands off of her desert tan legs at the table. Contain your squeamish horny giggle. Wipe the fog off your glasses. And present yourself a gentleman.