Sunday, 26 February 2006

Brad's Blue Pants That Fit Him Well





Brad liked a fancy belt on his jeans. He liked some colour on the pale blue jeans he preferred. Pale blue was definitely his colour, being blonde haired and blue eyed. His mother had taught him to wear pale blue from a young age. She used to brush her fingers through his blond hair telling him he was the most handsome boy in the world.

“You are definitely a pale blue boy,” she used to say. She’d slide her fingers through his thick fringe. “What are you,” she’d asked?

“A pale blue boy,” he’d reply.

“And what kind of pale blue boy are you?” she’d then ask.

“I’m my mum’s pale blue boy.”

“Yes, you are my perfect pale blue boy,” she’d say. She would then wrap her arms around him and squeeze him tight, kissing his face all over until he squealed and told her to stop.

"My handsome boy," she would say. She'd brush his thick hair back into place with her fingers. “What are you?”

“I’m your handsome boy,” Brad would say.


And, I guess that is rather nice. A mother professing her love for her little boy. Gorgeous, we all think. Hearts melt all around the world and the sight of that beautiful blond boy’s face gazing adoringly back at his mother.

Oh yes, so lovely.

Good job, mum.


Yes, well, that has been every woman’s reaction to Brad’s mum ever since, really. Well, no, no it hasn’t.

Brad is very good looking, yes he is. Brad is athletic, yes he is. Brad is well built, he certainly is. Brad has added to the work his good genes did invitro with his gym ethic ever since he grew a set and wanted to, well, dominate would be the word, women and the world.

Brad certainly did believe his mum when she told him he was the most beautiful boy in the world. It is an idea he took with him into adulthood where he now thinks he is the most beautiful man in the world. In fact, Brad thinks he is god’s gift to all women.

He believes women not only adore him, but they should adore him.

Brad not only thinks he can do anything to which he sets his mind, he also thinks he can do anything he wants. And quite regularly, he does, well, he certainly gives it a go.


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