Today...was a sad day. I was watching Maury and thought to myself, "I wonder how big Maury's penis is?"
This past week I have been staring at guys' crotches and I CAN'T STOP!!! Conversations start off normal and then my mind starts to wonder and then goes my eyes...from his eyes...to his chest...to...his...penis...imprint. I'm a creeper. I accept this. I can't help that when my monthly is approaching I become in heat. I blame ovulation and my natural instinct to procreate. So when my eyes lock in to where the zipper meets the tiny steel button I can't help but wonder and imagine...I mean if a man can oogle cleavage I can superman stare through your jeans and question your manhood. I mean it only lasts for a week and then I'm back to daydreaming about shoes and not the imprint of the cute direct care staff that just asked where to put the poland spring water jug. Ohhhh behave.
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