Did that hurt?

I didn't write my blog yesterday. I had to skip work and go see a Psychiatrist who handles emergencies after my ride into work. Remember when you were young, travelling somewhere that was too many minutes long and eventually one sibling would complain to Mommy that so and so was touching their leg. Well the jerkoff that I ended up sitting next to was quite ademant about maintaining contact with my leg. This didn't trigger my near nervous breakdown, but it set the stage for what was to come.

I was on the outside part of the seat so I tried to maneuver a little closer to the edge and set up a small gap between us, but jerkoff just filled the void. "MOMMY, JERKOFF IS TOUCHING MY LEG AGAIN!" So I again reajusted myself to recreate a void and still jerkoff was back in love with my leg. Well, I'm not shy so I shoved my leg into his, pushing him over about six inches, held it there for three seconds and then proceeded to create that gap. I think he was brain dead because, like a horny dog, he was back. I think he got the hint finally after the third and violent thrust of my knee.

OK, now I'm back to a tolerable level of comfort, for a bus ride, but the very next stop Brucy got on and sauntered down the isle and parked himself right next to me. Brucy wanted to stand, but more importantly, he wanted to stand next to me and jag his crotch into my shoulder. Now my mind exploded and the steam started to pour out. In my thoughts I was saying "Alright you faggot! I got nothing wrong with gay people, but I draw the line at teabagging my shoulder" Oh, oh! now nobody can read my blog on the air in Canada! I'll try to watch my language  from now on.

Now if I'm willing to shove a dudes leg over for touching me, imagine what I would do in this situation!!! So I immediately made a sharp turn while raising my elbow into Brucy's thigh and checked out how packed the bus was that required him to stand. "Il y a une siège la bas, eh!" I explained to the poor red faced faggot...oops there I go again.. I think he was in pain because he didn't argue with me. His saunter was now a limp for some reason??? BTW...the psychiatrist did manage to turn off the steam output before I died of dehydration.