I will admit my overactive imagination is a curse in a locker room. I have to force my mind to picture something unpleasant -- a horrendous plane crash, my house having an unexpected termite infestation, a lengthy tax audit by a woman who looks like Mimi Bobeck's uglier sister with a mustache.
Otherwise, if I think about a spontaneous orgy whilst in a locker room shower, I'm afraid I'd soon end up with an outrageous woody.






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