the girl stares at him and wonders why his

the girl stares at him and wonders why his lips are so freaking black like gucci! so she said

"why are you lips so freaking black like gucci?", and he was disturbed by this question so he responded to her by saying

he was saying "groovy" and snapping his fingers. His all-body afro ate a small child. The mother shrieked for the police and his "hang" was obliterated, he heard sirens off

in the distance, quickly approaching. It didn't matter. His mojo was all powerful; there was no way the fuzz would get him. He snapped his fingers, winked at a

nice looking lady and hit the bricks. As expected, the coppers rolled right past him, never even noticing the flair with which his hips made love to the denim as he walked. Ohhh he

would be in trouble this time - his denim fetish was uncontrollable. Hidden as he was from the police, he was in a rather public area, and his erotic adventures with his jeans went

beyond the wellworn Levi fetishes like wet showered, threadbare commando,or painful pierced jeans. He took it to another level with a whole body tatooing of his favorite tattered

short shorts. People would ask him how he could stand wearing such tight, revealing garments, until they realized with disgust that they were only painted on. The needles sure hurt

his feet as he walked over them. "Who needs pants when perfectly painted shading will suffice?" He asked his friend, Richard. Richard responded with just a shrug and a smile.