Ever been beatin' it and you look down at your hand only to see your fingers and palm wrapped around your junk, doin' their job, but your thumb is pointing right back at you, making you feel stricken with guilt? It's just literally thumbing around looking for a ride outta friction town. It sure looks like one fucking rebellious digit motioning for a revolution, while all the other fingers are "brain"washed slaves to my shlong. He just sits up there watching everyone else do the work, like those a-hole steel mill managers who sit 70 feet above everyone else and oversee their fellow miners, but their only real job is to ring the lunch bell, and say things like "What's everybody lookin' at? Get back to work!".
I'm just real tired of the guilt trip I'm gettin', even though I treat him so well. After every jerk I make sure to crack the thumb knuckle. Everyone knows that's the best feeling in the world. For a good 5 minutes your thumbs been stiff as a fucking board and that crack is just about the greatest thing ever.
Call me fucking bananas, but I can't take it anymore. I gotta start angling my hand when I crank my bird so that my thumb is pointing away from me to my right as if I'm tellin someone to "Hit the road, Jack".
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