Guys I need your help. I'm going through hell. As you know, there comes a time in a romantic relationship when you want to grab a rifle and send your lover jumping into the arms of God without an invitation. I've been dating a cutie for a bit. She's totally out of my league. I suspect she's in it just for the money. If I was her dad there's no way I would let her go out with a guy as disgustingly, repulsively, satanically foolxumo as Mr Wanagsan. But poverty makes girls do strange things.
About two weeks ago she started posting our photos on Flickr. Nothing wrong with that. If any man wants to be prematurely blinded by the shiny dome of my hairless skull, who am I to object? The African scalp was made by God to be snapped and posted on the interweb. No question.
Trouble is, some of these pics are not appropriate in my line of work. In a fair number of them you can see my grey pubic foliage climbing out of my bulging underpants. Where's the dignity in that? What if my boss gets an eyeful of the stuff?
True, I'm no stranger to experimenting with nude photography, but I do have a job to which I'd like to hold on till my pension so I might sink into my La-Z-Boy Recliner in happy retirement and heist a glass of caano geel to the good life.
At the rate things are going though, I will be stripped of my job and kicked to the poorhouse faster than a cobra strike, there to live out my days on benefits like a dumb FOB with jaad stained teeth. I would ask her to take it down, but she's mad at me for not buying her these expensive shoes she wants. Chick has drained my bank account as it is, and now she wants more goodies.
About two weeks ago she started posting our photos on Flickr. Nothing wrong with that. If any man wants to be prematurely blinded by the shiny dome of my hairless skull, who am I to object? The African scalp was made by God to be snapped and posted on the interweb. No question.
Trouble is, some of these pics are not appropriate in my line of work. In a fair number of them you can see my grey pubic foliage climbing out of my bulging underpants. Where's the dignity in that? What if my boss gets an eyeful of the stuff?
True, I'm no stranger to experimenting with nude photography, but I do have a job to which I'd like to hold on till my pension so I might sink into my La-Z-Boy Recliner in happy retirement and heist a glass of caano geel to the good life.
At the rate things are going though, I will be stripped of my job and kicked to the poorhouse faster than a cobra strike, there to live out my days on benefits like a dumb FOB with jaad stained teeth. I would ask her to take it down, but she's mad at me for not buying her these expensive shoes she wants. Chick has drained my bank account as it is, and now she wants more goodies.
