After a glorious evening course, I found myself talking to this Latino guy I've been distantly acquainted with for a while. We got to discussing what we do, so I told him what I do, and then he told me what he did. The guy had a rather thick accent, so when he said that he did stuff with Snapple, I assumed that he sold juice drinks at a busy intersection or something. After all, he was Latino, right?

Turns out the son-of-a-gun's a chemical engineer who does QC and stuff like that for some sort of firm in Brooklyn. By contrast, my own phenomenal occupation seems almost mediocre.

So I went home feeling like a piece of shit racist. I hung out on my couch masturbating Cheetos and eating my dick for a while, when I got to playing with a wonderful pair of long-handled bolt cutters I have. They're really finely tuned and when you use them, the blades make this sweet "schllllick" sound as they close.

It was then that I decided to go for a late-night stroll to a nearby ranch. For some reason, I took the bolt cutters with me, and I am glad that I did so, because it wasn't long before I had a wonderful idea.

I hopped the fence into the ranch and snuck along, all quiet-like, like a fish, and got up next to this big ol' stallion that a lot of you nasty fuckers on this site would probably enjoy jacking off.

Well, I did start to jack it off. I made it expose that huge black sausage of its, and then I stood up next to it, took my bolt cutters out of my pocket, and castrated the damn thing. The sound effect was wonderful, because it was like "schllllick"--pause--"schlop" wherein "schlop" indicates that XXL hot dog falling to the ground with a nasty splat.

I didn't get a good look, but imagine that you were getting jacked off and then someone castrated you. I'm pretty sure the stallion's eyes got to be about the size of dinner plates, As you might guess, I ditched the bolt cutter and ran the fuck away, cackling like a madman. I bet the rancher had a fun night, waking up to the mirth-filled cries of a nut legging it across his field, only to find a horse dick and a bolt cutter in his wake.

I sort of want to start an RP with some stallion motherfucker and pretend to be gay and start to jack him off, and then link him to this story, and then keep playing, just to see what happens.