By Anna Ruthven 2014-10-14 14:46:37
My idea of a perfect evening is having a beautiful young lady over, I stand at the foot of my bed in nothing but a pair of ripped, orange sweat pants. As she lies down in nothing but sexy black lingerie I slowly start to flex and grunt, the grunts get louder and louder until I am screaming at the top of my lungs, a brisk wind kicks up around me and a lightning bolt shoots off of my bicep, striking the alarm clock, the TV's screen shatters behind me. Slowly the pupils and irises of my eyes turn a uniform blue color and my hair stands on end, with a flash it turns gold and I am super saiyan. After 45 mins of talking to myself and intimidating my lady friend, I am ready for love.