Earlier this week, I was in my bathroom grooming myself for a meet. All was well as I luxuriated myself in my favourite Mint Source Shower Gel whilst humming my own personal theme tune. It's a mix of 'You Sexy Thing' by Hot Chocolate and the opening score to Schwarzengger's 1990 Sci-fi blockbuster Total Recall, but that's not important right now. As I approached the mirror to set about my face with my Gillette Fusion, I noticed, to my complete horror, a grey nostril hair. My Swinging adventure was over almost as soon as it had started.
Oh cruel fate! I had not even reached forty, where life begins, and I was finished. A life so full of hope and promise cut short by the march of time. No longer would I be that spritely, happy soul bringing joy to all around me. Like a firework, I would blaze across the skies filling the heavens with wonder, only to fade out as quickly as I had emerged. I would be the Kurt Cobain to the club scene, the Hendrix of the house party and the James Dean of dogging. Years from now, future young, bright swingers would adorn their Blackberry and iPhone 3Gs with a wallpaper of me in an iconic pose. My beautiful, yet fragile features would hang on the bedroom doors of hip students in cool dorm rooms all over the land. And when the vanillas would ask of me, my people would say 'That's Mike2mike, he was only with us for a short time, but he was our hero'.
You can now imagine my suprise, and mild disappointment, as I tugged at this hair and it turned out to be nothing more than a sliver of hard snot...
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Quote by flower411
Mike ......I hope you realise that your avatar does beg the question as to how you disposed of the offending bogey !!!
Or is that intentional ?
Did he or didn't he? That image was going to be the first one in a series of posters commemorating my brief, but brilliant existance. A Mona Lisa for the 21st century is it not?
I really do need to get out more...
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