Groupies
are everywhere and yet there don’t appear to be groupies for IT department
mid-level factotum. Maybe it’s the office without windows. Hard to be seen by
the trolling groupies when you don’t have a window.
David Petraeus was on
his way to carving out quite a nice niche role in the History of the United
States of America. Now, all the good things he did are simply back story. Now,
all we care about is your penis. Some of us are waiting for the sex tapes to
leak to the internet. A four-star general and skinny brunette knocking boots.
Spandex camo. I have to think a riding crop was involved. Now, David Petraeus, welcome
to your cross-listing on the List
of Federal Political Sex Scandals, US version.
Look,
I get it. Blow jobs are men’s kryptonite. The answer is always yes when the
question is, “May I suck on your dick?”
As
for why women want to have sex with rock stars, movie stars, sports stars, four-star
generals, politicians and billionaires; how should I know? I’m an IT department
mid-level factotum.
David
Petraeus was tested many times in his life, by adversity, by the challenges of
the 21st century battlefield, by the complex realities of espionage
in a matrixed world of borderless cultures and evolving technologies and he
faced the triple-dog-dare of pussy and he met each and every one of those tests
head on.
Straight
up.
Firm
and erect.
With
blood in his… eye.
Like
a bullet train plunging deep into a dark tunnel.
Yeah.
I said it.
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