Drunk Blog Posting – Tits
I’m hammered tonight and totally shitfaced drunk. Do I crash and burn on a bed or do I fucking launch wordpress and throw down some thoughts. You got it, throw down some thoughtage. I’m editing this pictures of this chick pouring milk on her tits. Huge natural tits getting covered in milk. FUCKING HOT. Then I started that deep thinking that ruins all the base insticts. Why is it hot?
Come on let’s face it, breasts are just fat, you suck on the tit, it’s not like it fucking tastes like cavier or something, it’s like, tastes like skin, maybe if you get this bitch that’s lactating or something but breast milk is kind of nasty anyway, but screw it…put a set of titties in front of me and I’m going suck them like I’m drilling for oil in Alaska.
But when I’m drunk enough, I think, wtf, why is that shit so appealing? Also, it’s so appealing I don’t mind if a woman jacks herself up with pounds of silicon to make fake versions of it. So what’s the deal? It’s genetics? I’m some sort of slob of an animal that I have a pavlovian response to someone shoving a tit at me to suck on?
Fuck yeah. Should I question it? Probably not, but let’s face it, you’re totally fucked if you a male because you got all these genetic triggers for survival that makes you weak and suseptible to all sorts of shenanigans, that’s fucking right, shenanigans.
Months ago I was watching that milk toast of a morning show “The Today Show”….fucking show me the “The Tomorrow Show” and I might be interested in the crap their spewing, but no, I get to learn what’s happening today today…fucking no time machine show for me. Anyway, the show runs this segment on how 80% of women fuck just to get guys to do stuff around the house? WTF I said, and then I thought, fuck that, I’m not bringing out the garbage and see if it buys me a blowjob. Fixing the garage door should get me Anal. Here’s the problem though, that makes me some sort of fucking animal that’s so dependent on my base instincts that I don’t give a shit if the woman really wants to be boned as long as I get some.
Full circle and back to tits. Does some busty bitch pouring milk all over her tits appeal to me? Yeah it does, probably some instinctual urge to get fed from big breasts, but does it always make me feel good that I’m slave to my instincts? Not always, because it means life is just about this genetic instinct to reproduce and survive as a species. It means all the other artificial stuff like love, romance, all that junk is just window dressing for our genetic instinct to breed, which means we’re nothing more than animals that live through urges and die, hopefully successful in propogating the species.
Now here’s some tits for you dirty stinking animals that want your cyber fix of genetic urges.
These are some of the pics that inspired this animalistic posting…that’s right show me those tits so I become an unthinking animal.
Maybe if I wasn’t so shitfaced drunk I would have just whipped the dick out and jacked off. But I’m drunk enough not to be a slave to my urges, that and I already jerked the gerkin earlier today. This hot shit brought to you by twisty…feeding the cyber animal since 1886.
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