The Braggadocio

have small *****, will travel in big truck, have small *****, will blare big ass stereo, have small *****, will boast & blather about one’s supposed exploits in public, as if have the *****town in which they reside, has been wooed overnight by this man of the hour, this playa who has to get a new belt, because it’s all notched out. & if a small ***** is not the case…perhaps he’s got the biggest schlong in the whole empire, perhaps he has to wear extra large pants so he can roll up that thing & drop it down in, perhaps he just likes big trucks & perhaps he just likes his music loud--- even then, it doesn’t make blacking out during what he wants us to believe is the big moment, forgetting the name of the unfortunate young woman in question & the runaway from her abode when he came to (cause’ apparently she wasn’t all what he thought she had been with them beer goggles on) anymore respectable, interesting or worth pondering or debating for more than a second, because nothing reveals pool of insecurity deeper than the ocean, than the spouting words of an attention whore.