Kengkay once again pleaded that his readers refrain from bullying him. As he proffess not to be the gay icon that should be revered. Fair enough but I, being the jack-ass that I am, simply wish that he never stop from flamboyant and entertaining exposition, whether its true or not. His mini-series about a fellow blogger who is soon retiring, agent boytoy, is so hilarious that I cannot contain myself from adding my own twist to their stories. And here is my take as I typed away on his comment page:
While they are inside the tinted car, Ahenteng Cowboy is actually bemused at Kenkay's subtle advances. Especially when the latter groped his right hands onto...the stick shift. What else can it be, tee-nipples?
Then suddenly, out of the blue, a siren wails as Kenkay is about to step on the gas...here comes an officer and a gentleman in starchy uniform...ready to pounce!
Where do you think your heading, ladies?---- the cop asked.
But Sarge...we were just about to feel and eat each other out! Err...I meant going to get something for a bite---- protested Kengkay, trying to explain to the police officer who was brandishing a a very thick and long black wooden club, batuta, at that inopportune momment of desire.
Threesome?---Ahenteng Cowboy bravely asked.
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help yourself bitch.