When I’m not otherwise occupied writing about cock sluts and jackhammer fucks, I enjoy taking my pants off and spending time with the only thing that provides me more consistent entertainment than my left hand—my television. I’ve recently became enamored with the new USA series Playing House, and there’s one particular exchange from the episode “Bird Bones” that I just can’t seem to get out of my head.
One of the lead characters, Emma, is trying to pick someone off who’s hit rock bottom. She goes off on a list of reasons the other woman should feel fortunate, capping it off with, “And also? PS? Your body be bangin’.” Her words of encouragement are met with wide eyes and disbelief, “Really? You think my body be bangin’?” To which Emma matter-of-factly replies, “YES! Cause it does! It DOES be bangin’.”
This dialogue has come up three times in my life over the past week—1) When I saw Colby Keller‘s body in this scene and had to publicly recognize that it does, indeed, be bangin’, 2) When I received compliments on my profile pics and responded with similar wide eyes and disbelief, and 3) When I set my eyes on Minneapolis-based Manhunt member beagle.
Plain and simple? His body be bangin’. I’m waiting for this statement to backfire when one of you shady cum-wads tries to insist that his body does not be bangin’, so let me save you some time and energy by stating matter-of-factly that it does, it does be bangin’. End of discussion. I have dropped the microphone and walked away, because that’s what I heard you’re supposed to do in this sort of situation.
Minneapolis, Minnesota, USA
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born in jersey. nyc boy. now livin in minneapolis.
will be back in nyc/nj 11/19-11/25
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