“The panty sniffer” part 1 —— It was a chilly Thursday night when I had decided to go to the library to fill my fucking big ass head with knowledge. Knowledge about love (and anal sex). I was walking swiftly to the library when I overheard someone walking quickly behind me and became nervous. I turned left, that person turned left. I turned right and that person followed me like just like short horny man follows his grill. (Yes I said “grill”) I quickly turned back to that person and screamed “WHAT THE HECK DO YOU WANT FROM ME.” He chuckled as he sprinted towards me and pulled out a pair of pink panties from his briefcase and sniffed them. “Ahhh, they smell better outside” he said as he smiled. “What the fucking fuck is going on!!???” I screamed. He chuckled again and looked me in the eye while handing me the panty. There was a picture of twerking, smiling Obama dressed with a dress made out of yogurt and tears on the back of he panty and the man said “vote obama in 2016!” And he ran off into the darkness. ——- What a silly boy I said to myself as I examined the picture of our president, doesn’t he know that he can’t serve anymore than 8 years as president? —— But screw it, whenever I’m sad I wear those delicious panties and they’re worth it. Worth everything.