Get that butt out of my mind

Sunday morning. The road was clear as usual. It felt like flying on my way to work. Gwen Stefani had to rub in the salt to the wound, when she kept yelling, "It's Sunday morning."


My unconscious mind suddenly replied, "Shut up bitch. Before I force choke you."


Images of me using the non-existent Jedi mind trick that I have force choking Gwen Stefani flashes before my sight.


It was a quiet Saturday. The daytime were spent watching a French movie, B-13. It is like watching a sequel to Yamakase (or whatever the title was). People running around climbing every orifice there are. A couple of Jackie Chans if you ask me.


Then came the invitation to a Raya open house. We don't get as much as last time because this year I can count with my hands how many house we went to. The highlights of this open house was Popiah Boring. It was named like that because one of the hostess prepared it overnight because she could not sleep and decided to make some popiah.


"Entah. I tak leh tidur. So I buat la popiah. Boring punya pasal."


We were laughing like hyenas. We told her that the next time we call, we make sure we will ask whether you are bored or not. If yes, we will come in an hour or two to savour some popiah. We like to call her Popiah Boring Girl as of now. She has the most flawless face I have ever seen on a woman. Not a bit of unwanted particles, not even make up.


Then came this girl. A Chinese girl. We both have one common thing. We both have only Malay buddies. Her name sounded like, 'Frisk Me', either that or I couldn't think straight after watching her butt glide.


"Alright. Hands up on the walls where I can see them. Spread that legs wide. Do not move or to try to do anything funny. Now I will have to search you for weapons.


She has the cutest butt. The kind of butt that would make Tommy drop a saliva or two. Small, tight and round. She was wearing a very thin and soft material pants. It is like those fisherman three quarter pants where it outline the butt when you are standing. The only visible panty line was the one suggesting a G-string. She just have to move left and right around the condominium.


Honestly the food was tasteless. But I was putting it down my stomach unconsciously. My eyes was of a sniper. Up above the hills, under the rock hole. Covered with blankets of grass. All I had was only one shot. One shot. But I ended up clearing all the ammunition I had.


Outside the condominium smoking, I and Green Bunny went, "Damn!"


The longest 'Damn' anybody can think of.