03-09-2020, 05:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-10-2020, 08:11 PM by slothfacekilla.)
Bauerotica Part 1
I know all about new additions in the DSFL this year, I myself was drafted to the Tijuana Luchadores. In fact, we drafted many prospects who I believe will be impact players in the DSFL. But as I looked around the locker room in Tijuana, I couldn't help but notice one player was missing: Thubba Bumper. A fellow first round pick in the draft, his absence in Tijuana made me long for the pre-draft festivities. The site of Bumper strutting around the other prospects in his practically painted on suit made my heart stop the moment I first saw him. I hoped Bumper was a center. The thought of those golden glutes squatting in front of me pre-snap was enough to make me forget myself for a few minutes. After I finally ripped my eyes from Bumper's throbbing muscles under his suit, I found that Bumper played defense. I could only hope one day he would tackle me.
I kept a close eye on Thubba in the Prospect Bowl. The sweat glistening off of his rippling biceps took my breath away from the stands, and I knew I wanted to be on a team with Bumper. But alas, it was not meant to be. This forbidden love would only be further strained by the distance between Tijuana and Norfolk. Hopefully my new teammates can keep my mind from wandering to the idea of what could have been.
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I know all about new additions in the DSFL this year, I myself was drafted to the Tijuana Luchadores. In fact, we drafted many prospects who I believe will be impact players in the DSFL. But as I looked around the locker room in Tijuana, I couldn't help but notice one player was missing: Thubba Bumper. A fellow first round pick in the draft, his absence in Tijuana made me long for the pre-draft festivities. The site of Bumper strutting around the other prospects in his practically painted on suit made my heart stop the moment I first saw him. I hoped Bumper was a center. The thought of those golden glutes squatting in front of me pre-snap was enough to make me forget myself for a few minutes. After I finally ripped my eyes from Bumper's throbbing muscles under his suit, I found that Bumper played defense. I could only hope one day he would tackle me.
I kept a close eye on Thubba in the Prospect Bowl. The sweat glistening off of his rippling biceps took my breath away from the stands, and I knew I wanted to be on a team with Bumper. But alas, it was not meant to be. This forbidden love would only be further strained by the distance between Tijuana and Norfolk. Hopefully my new teammates can keep my mind from wandering to the idea of what could have been.
(240 words)
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