Rolling About
I was poking around in the junk at a driveway sale just a few minutes ago. There was a kid, probably barely into his teens, looking at the stuff along with his mother. He grabbed up a rolling pin and called out, "Hey, what is this?" His mother and the older lady that lived there both answered, "It's a rolling pin." Then the older woman cleared space on one of the tables and showed him how to use it, talking about pie crusts and cookie dough.
He put it back down, but in a minute walked over and picked it up again, examining it carefully and spinning the roller while holding the handles. Right away he asked his mother "Don't you need one of these?" She told him no, that she wasn't that kind of cook.
He kept holding it and looking at it - then with the fastest quick motions you can imagine, held it against his thighs and rolled it up and down twice against the front of his pants, slightly thrusting his fly against it.
It was all I could do to hurry to my car without breaking into laughter. I don't know whether they bought the rolling pin or not, but the kid had certainly thought up a use for it that the manufacturer never intended!
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leave it to the young boy to figure it out what the rolling pin is use for in his mind. He was hoping that his mom would buy the rolling pin. even though she does not cook that way. Then he could take it to his bedroom and have fun rolling it up and down on his legs and the front of underpants.
ReplyDeleteA picture is worth a thousand words. The shot that accompanies this story tells a separate story all its own. Notice that the boy's shirt fails to hang straight down as it usually would. Why? Because one side of the shirt's hem is trapped by the elastic band of the shorts. Obviously the young man's hand has been inside those shorts and the edge of the shirt got trapped as a result. ( Remaining Comment was removed due subject matter ) e-
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