wet balls of fire

pucha, pare. so i once worked for an IT company. information technology, pare. oh yes. i was the messenger. diba diba? it's so like yahoo messenger, pare. so when i deliver a message, i shout 'yahoo!'. so IT, pare.

so yun na nga. my boss was a PMPM (post menstrual papa manager, aka mashondang virgin). her voice quivered every time she spoke. i always wondered why. being an amateur forensic scientist, i set out to find out.

my forays with forensic science was just happenstance. i was throwing away some garbage one day and found some dessicated man proteins in a rubber yuckey and i was hooked.

isang araw, i just finished my messaging duties, i was called to the grand duty of relieving the thirst of my PMPM. 'tu-uh-uh-beeehg, pu-uh-uuh.' as she lovingly called me in her 30 hertz falsetto. i got the water and handed it to her.

much to my dismay, i saw panties. one might think that this should be a bonus for beeing a yahoo, but nay! she had balls. and her balls moved! and her panties were soaked.

pucha! pare! pucha! my PMPM needed somebody on a three day viagra binge!

i had to go out since my tummy was reverse peristhalsing. 30 hertz. her frequency. the Bene Gesserit witch had me registered. tangna! so that's the reason why she ached and trembled while talking.

talk about being excited all the time. all the time, pare!

pucha!

by the way, her name's roselle. PM (private massage) me for her number. she's waiting.