Favorite Blog: 40 INCH PLUS 40INCHPLUS.COM reached this point he gave up, telling himself, "I'll get down to it at home over the weekend." After all, it was Friday night, and he was entitled to some recreation.
Negligently leaving the computer screen still glowing, he retired to the lounge and switching on the television set he settled back on the capacious cushion strewn divan to view the TV offerings.
Over the course of half an hour he switched from channel to channel desperately seeking some programme that would meet his needs. He passed over an evangelist who promised financial prosperity to those who were "Born again," and even more speedily turned off a documentary allegedly explaining Einstein's theory of relativity.
Advertisement riddled soapies and sit-coms momentarily caught his attention, especially if they concerned nubile and full-breasted young women; but despite his flippant frame of mind these lowest common denominator inanities began to pall.
"What's the use of looking if you can't touch," he thought, "it's like trying to eat chocolate with the paper still wrapped round it, or," he added grinning to himself, "like having Strawberry Nipple in a carton you can't get open."
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