Curiassity.
“I have to ask…” an opposing dodgeballer began, engaging with me for the first time at GYM bar Tuesday night. “Is that your real butt?”
“What?” I laughed, “Of course. What else would it be?”
“We,” she motioned to the gay boi standing beside her, “thought you might be wearing padded underwear or something.”
“Nope. Alllll me,” I cocked my hip to the right and made mah booty POP out even further. “You can touch it if you’d like.”
“Ooo! Yes, please!” They each grabbed a cheek. “Oh! Oh yeah. That’s real. Real nice!”
Mmmhmmm. You bet yo’ own asses it iz. Because – booty and mind, heart on and soul – with me, what you see is always what you get.
