A Waste Of A Fucking Day
The 18 year old wanted me to accompany her while she went shopping, so I willingly obliged. Had I known better, I would have kept my happy ass at home. If you are a man who goes to the mall to strictly accompany your significant other, you are in for one hell of an experience. There is a good chance many men will never get married after a trip with their girlfriend to the shopping mall, known to married men as “Hell on Earth”.
I’ve come to realize Hell is laced with items that have outrageous price tags, but use the words “clearance” and “sale” very methodically. Zombie looking men follow their girlfriends/wives like there is an invisible leash tied to their cock—not to mention these same men having hand-on training on bag carrying (to put on their resume) at day’s end. What the fuck have men done to deserve this?
“Do I look fat in this?” the 18 year old asked every time she tried on something. “Bitch, you look the same weight in every fucking thing you wear?” I think to myself while replying “Ooh, that looks good on you” or “It compliments your body”. After about 2 hours (and about 100 articles of clothing later), I tapped out. I got restless. I needed to bounce because I began to lose my fucking mind. I spoke the fuck up for all the men I saw with distraught fatigued faces who didn’t have the balls to say “We need to go”. And I instilled hope to my fellow brothers. We were fucking out of there within 5 minutes. The man has spoken.
I wanted a quickie from the 18 year old going home, but I said the hell with it—I was exhausted so I just dropped her ass off. The bitch didn’t deserve my cock anyway. Waiting for me at home on FuckHerRight.com was Kinzy Jo, and she set my mind and body at ease without the who, what, where, when, why bullshit I heard throughout the day. There’s no place like home. A goodnight rip from the bong to doze off the right way… Fuck The Mall.