I've been thinking about writing music again. I was thinking about just doing a cover band, doing industrial covers of random songs. I think I just really want to do Moody Blues and Cure songs. It would be fun.
Eh, who knows. I have so much other shit going on at any given time that it almost seems ridiculous to try to do anything else right now.
On the other side of things, I was thinking about the days of being a cook part time. I used to cook food for these big feasts, and I would carry down these huge pieces of meat to cut up to serve. I would put on a kilt, worn properly, and carry about 50 pounds of cooked meat on a 10 pound platter to the awe of the feasters.
I've got a few good memories about the whole thing, but one that stands out right now is the time... well it went like this. There was this woman in a read top that as she made her way up the stairs, her large breasts swayed free. She made a comment, and I said that I was just watching to see if her breasts would swing free. And it was then that she pulled down the front of her blouse and out they were. Big and beautiful pendulous breasts. Oh, it was delicious. In return, I lifted my kilt so she could get an eye full of my ass. (it's amazing how a kilt makes your naked ass a desirable thing)
Now beside me was one of the bus boys who couldn't believe what he had just seen. The other two bus boys came by after she was gone and they were so upset they missed the show. Well, we sat there until she returned and I explained that these young lads missed her bountiful breasts. So she told us to line up, pulled them out and tweaked her nipples for our pleasure. (never mind that two of the boys were only 16 years old)
Ah, I will never forget that woman. I mean, I couldn't tell you what she looked like aside from her large breasts with those rich, chocolate colored nipples with those big old areolas... I wonder what her face looked like.
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