Fido got home drunk one night, and because he was too honest with his latest girlfriend about the size of his dick, he proclaimed it to be too big for her, she broke up with him immediately.
He was thrown out of her apartment and woke up a few hours later amidst his litter of clothes shrewd across the stairway and in a puke-stained tee-shirt. He didn't remember puking nor what he must have said, but he roughly pieced together that they must have broken up.
That was when he realised that he didn't want to be with her any more anyway because she needed too much work and that made him feel bad about himself. He reminded himself that he had only been interested in her big boobs from the start. In recent years, that's all that interested him in women, anyway. Big boobs.
He had always liked the sound of “big boobs” – the words – because they sounded like what they represented.
Never mind if she had a fuck ugly face, if she had big boobs, he'd want her. Actually, it's better if she had a fuck ugly face, because then, she won't demand so much work. This one was too pretty. That's the problem. Then again, at least with her, he didn't have to imagine that he was fucking someone with a pillow for a head. It was not bad. But ah well, the drama of getting back together was not worth the make up sex. He'd just have to work even harder.
He changed his shirt with the one he liked the most and congratulated himself for being able to just leave the rest of them there. Over the years, he'd gained the foresight to always just bring only some things along with him. Things he could bear to part with. To ask for them back if they should break up would be cheap.
There were a few tee-shirts and shorts and mostly underwear that were either too tight and uncomfortable and new – that she bought from the departmental store without being asked to – that he hated, and a few that were too old and un-fittingly too loose because of frequent re-washing and might have little negligible holes.
Luckily, it was a Saturday, and he didn't have go to work. Luckily, he was sensible enough to always only drink so much on nights he didn't have to work the next day.
As he was walking home, he remembered and regretted having brought a new game console over to this one, but by the time he reached home he decided that he'd buy a new one and let her have it as a consolation prize. She was a pretty girl, after all.
His parents were surprised to see him but they didn't really care. They were on their way out to the community centre for their karaoke class. He didn't explain anything before he plopped on the well-made bed and slept.
When he woke up again, it was in the evening, he ate something and went to check on his tarsiers.
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