I know, “ewww, why would she do that?” - right? 
So it’s a good thing it was a warm day. I’m sitting on a bench at a bus stop, staring straight ahead as no fewer than seven busses had stopped, gave up on me, and moved along. I was “spaced” (as all the “hip” kids say) while my noodle and nether region engaged in a bit of a circular discussion.
Pea Sized Junk: “I can’t believe we’re even discussing it… she was awesome!”
Pea Sized Brain: “It was quite the afternoon, indeed.”
PSJunk: “She was hot hot hot, right? I mean like really hot?”
PSBrain: “Absolutely. Tiny… toned… cute as a button. Silly expression, that… ‘cute as a button’. Buttons aren’t particularly cute. Ms. Sienna is, though.”
Junk: “And she was nice, right?”
Brain: “Yes – she was very nice. A pleasure to spend time with.”
Junk: “And she wasn’t a cheat or a thief, right?”
Brain: “Oh no. She was fair, and generous with her time.”
Junk: “And she did all that snuggley crap that you eat up with a serving spoon, right?”
Brain: “Yes.”
Junk: “And the kisses. You liked those, right?”
Brain: “Who wouldn’t? Pretty young lady throwing little bits of ‘sugar’ ones way? Very, very nice.”
Junk: “And that other stuff? Ok, that’s my department… and I say THAT was fantastic.”
Brain: “I recall reading your official report in that regard.”
Junk: “And what did you say about that?”
Brain: “What do you mean?”
Junk: “When I filed that report… what did you say?”
Brain: “I still don’t understand.”
Junk: “Right near the end. Just before I gave control back to you for that mushy crap. What did you say?”
Brain: “That this young lady should open an account in the Turks and Caicos?”
Junk: “Right. And why did you say that?”
Brain: “So that it would make the money transfers easier.”
Junk: “And why would that matter? Be specific.”
Brain: “Because… based on your reports at the time, if this is what playtime feels like with Ms. Sienna, we’re probably going to make her very, very rich.”
Junk: “Exactly. EXACTLY.”
Brain: “There’s no doubt… it was quite the afternoon.”
Junk: “Then what the @#$% is your problem?”
Brain: “The aftertime.”
Junk: “Oh God. What about the aftertime???”
Brain: “It was very… awkward.”
Junk: “Of course it was awkward! She’s a sweet young thing, and we’re… well… very far from that.”
Brain: “I know. But it was more than that. I just don’t think she li…”
Junk: “No! NO! NO!!! Don’t you dare say it.”
Brain: “What? That she doesn’t lik…”
Junk: “NO!!! Every time YOU say that, WE don’t get to see them anymore. *I* think she is yummy, and *I* want to see her again. So YOU just shut the @#$% up with that, or I swear….”
It kinda got ugly after that, and a few of the other personalities made them take it to the subconscious. I don’t know how it turned out (or will turn out), but I know the Junk is right about one thing… Ms. Sienna is yummy, and he very much wants to see her again.
Happy thumping, all!
So it’s a good thing it was a warm day. I’m sitting on a bench at a bus stop, staring straight ahead as no fewer than seven busses had stopped, gave up on me, and moved along. I was “spaced” (as all the “hip” kids say) while my noodle and nether region engaged in a bit of a circular discussion.
Pea Sized Junk: “I can’t believe we’re even discussing it… she was awesome!”
Pea Sized Brain: “It was quite the afternoon, indeed.”
PSJunk: “She was hot hot hot, right? I mean like really hot?”
PSBrain: “Absolutely. Tiny… toned… cute as a button. Silly expression, that… ‘cute as a button’. Buttons aren’t particularly cute. Ms. Sienna is, though.”
Junk: “And she was nice, right?”
Brain: “Yes – she was very nice. A pleasure to spend time with.”
Junk: “And she wasn’t a cheat or a thief, right?”
Brain: “Oh no. She was fair, and generous with her time.”
Junk: “And she did all that snuggley crap that you eat up with a serving spoon, right?”
Brain: “Yes.”
Junk: “And the kisses. You liked those, right?”
Brain: “Who wouldn’t? Pretty young lady throwing little bits of ‘sugar’ ones way? Very, very nice.”
Junk: “And that other stuff? Ok, that’s my department… and I say THAT was fantastic.”
Brain: “I recall reading your official report in that regard.”
Junk: “And what did you say about that?”
Brain: “What do you mean?”
Junk: “When I filed that report… what did you say?”
Brain: “I still don’t understand.”
Junk: “Right near the end. Just before I gave control back to you for that mushy crap. What did you say?”
Brain: “That this young lady should open an account in the Turks and Caicos?”
Junk: “Right. And why did you say that?”
Brain: “So that it would make the money transfers easier.”
Junk: “And why would that matter? Be specific.”
Brain: “Because… based on your reports at the time, if this is what playtime feels like with Ms. Sienna, we’re probably going to make her very, very rich.”
Junk: “Exactly. EXACTLY.”
Brain: “There’s no doubt… it was quite the afternoon.”
Junk: “Then what the @#$% is your problem?”
Brain: “The aftertime.”
Junk: “Oh God. What about the aftertime???”
Brain: “It was very… awkward.”
Junk: “Of course it was awkward! She’s a sweet young thing, and we’re… well… very far from that.”
Brain: “I know. But it was more than that. I just don’t think she li…”
Junk: “No! NO! NO!!! Don’t you dare say it.”
Brain: “What? That she doesn’t lik…”
Junk: “NO!!! Every time YOU say that, WE don’t get to see them anymore. *I* think she is yummy, and *I* want to see her again. So YOU just shut the @#$% up with that, or I swear….”
It kinda got ugly after that, and a few of the other personalities made them take it to the subconscious. I don’t know how it turned out (or will turn out), but I know the Junk is right about one thing… Ms. Sienna is yummy, and he very much wants to see her again.
Happy thumping, all!
