Random Thought Waves

Random Thoughts

By Rob Smithson

Foreword By

Robbie Smithie

I decided to write down every conversation I had with myself for a month. The conversations were weird and disturbing and often hilarious as well. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did having the conversations with myself. I think the reason I talk to myself so much is that I am a good listener. Well if you find yourself lost in the conversation then join the club.

Juicy Booty

I heard this song mention a juicy booty and instantly I asked myself a million questions. It blew my mind how distracted I got by the two words juicy booty.

Who do I know with a juicy booty? Hmm, I’m not sure, I decided. Have I dated anyone with a juicy booty? Noo, I don’t think so. Why haven’t you dated anyone with a juicy booty? Hmm, that’s a tough question. I wondered if I deserved someone with a juicy booty.

Then came these awful questions. Do I have a juicy booty? What if I had a juicy booty, and married someone with a juicy booty and we had kids. Would they also have a juicy booty? Who do you get the juicy booty from, your mom or dad? If neither of them had a juicy booty, can you still get one, maybe from your grandma or someone like that? Honestly I’m confused and curious.

My last two questions were the deepest of all the questions I had ever asked myself. The first was this, Can I even handle a juicy booty? What if I meet someone with a juicy booty and I end up not being able to deal with that level of booty. And last but not least, what the hell is a juicy booty.

Part Teenage Girl

I remember talking to myself and thinking I may not be one hundred percent male. It all started when I realized I knew more about Riverdale than most teenaged girls. It got to a point where I remember talking to another girl about who was hotter, Jughead or Archie, and then it all made sense.

I must be part teenage girl. Not too much, maybe twenty five, thirty percent tops. This would also explain why I like Britney Spears so much as well.

A part of me thought I was gay so I asked myself these questions. Rob do you like having a penis in your face? After thinking for about ten minutes I decided noo, I don’t like having a penis in my face. Do I want to stick my penis in another man’s face? After another twenty minutes I decided again, most likely I would want my penis not in the vicinity of any man’s face.

The other question was did I want my My answer was no way, I have to save my bootyhole from all invaders and penises and foreign objects. Did I want to stick my penis is a man’s ass? Nope, I’m not feeling that as well. So due to my answers I decided I’m not gay. I’m just simply 25 percent teenage girl. By the way, Jughead is way cuter than Archie

Gay and Bisexual Tattoos

I love tattoos and I have three already, one is of star wars, one is the phrase , I think therefore I am, in latin and the last one is three dots in a triangle. I asked myself in my work van a few questions about tattoos and damn if I didn’t come up with great ideas. If I was gay, I would get a tatoo of two dicks holding hands. That would be so perfect for a tattoo, two cocks in love. One other idea is to get one dick on each butt cheek pointing to my butthole. This would be sort of a guide so guys would know where to stick their huge cock at.

Now if I was bisexual, I think a great tattoo would be of me and a penis and vagina holding hands, almost as if to say, I like them both equally. Or one where I’m having a threesome with a male and female and right above us is a drumroll please…. A rainbow. So in case you still didn’t get the message, I’m half gay.

Oh well, It’s nice knowing if I ever become gay or bisexual, I already have my tattoos picked out. Now we play the waiting game and see what happens.