I got one of those new man thong bathing suits

By Seamus O'Sparks on June 18, 2014 — 1 min read

I got one of those new man thong bathing suits. You know, the kind that only wraps around one leg and covers naught but your “ego.” I don’t care for it. It’s too big and it falls off. I mean, the strap is fine but the pouch won’t work on me. I got the smallest size. I tried to use a safety pin but there was an “incident.” “Safety” my ass. And the polyamory group wasn’t any help. They just pointed at me and laughed. And I screamed. “Why, God, why?” Then “He” pointed at me and laughed too. I think it was God. He said he was. He was tall and muscular and his man thong fit nice and taut and filled all voluminous like…Gee-whiz, metaphysical my ass.

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The Story of Seamus

Seamus O'Sparks is the seventh son of a Seventh Day Adventist who went on a seven-day bender starting on July 7, 1977 at a strip club called Seventh Heaven at the corner of 7th St. and 7th Ave. in the West Village.