MN Manmacker's mansploitation
The limp-beat rap music from the party drowned out his voice and threatened to ruin Thumper’s erection — goddamn modern music was awful, no wonder every male under forty was impotent incompetents.
The limp-beat rap music from the party drowned out his voice and threatened to ruin Thumper’s erection — goddamn modern music was awful, no wonder every male under forty was impotent incompetents.
From Thumper on Parole
Like rock and roll, but you could just tell the singer ain’t never get laid — plus it got a banjo.
One foursome used they phone to play something that sounded like a water-brain retard screaming obscenities over a romantic movie soundtrack and then took phone-photos of theyselfs listening to it.
But just off campus, there was a house with a rowdy party going on. Thumper’s ears hopped onto that sound like a city bus. He heard young’uns laughing and carrying on to loud music — like rock and roll, but you could just tell the singer ain’t never get laid — plus it got a banjo — and all them deep on the slur.
All them partyers virtually shouting to be heard over the failed razzle and aborted dazzle of the warbly pop music, shit do it get Thumper’s dick soft!
The party was crowded, but the music was bad. Normal but bad. Music got awful while Thumper was in prison. He do try not to focus on it… Not just white people music neither, niggas be listening to some flat-ass mumble-rap bullshit. Thumper don’t judge.
Okay, Thumper do judge, but he don’t fixate on it.
Thumper usedta be cool. He spent lotta his cool years in prison. Now he was the old weirdo bumming around a house party, ain’t nobody talking to him cuz he was scary, twice the age of anybody here, looking like a cast-iron nigga with a foulness, all them partyers virtually shouting to be heard over the failed razzle and aborted dazzle of the warbly pop music, shit do it get Thumper’s dick soft, it weren’t even party music. Can’t dance to it! People forgot how to pick music for a party, damn!
But Thumper weren’t gonna fixate on that.
Trivia ante momentum is the motto of womanhood, after all, and garden parties were the height of feminimity.
Trivia ante momentum is the motto of womanhood, after all, and garden parties were the height of feminimity.
A woman oughta agree to a threesome if she’s the hot one in it.
His manhood firmed up quick cuzza all the girlies he saw at the party. Courtney was the prettiest, but there was dozens of ’em, and Thumper woulda dicked down each and every one. ‘Specially the fat lightskin one with a pimple on her neck. Thumper would get that bitch dripping, tripping and flipping. Maybe Courtney would have a threesome with her? A woman oughta agree to a threesome if she’s the hot one in it.
From Thumper on Parole