Drippin' Dirty
#muse “The sight of a voluptuous figure gets me weak to my knees" said a friend who was squeezed in the corner at the extreme left of the gallery facing the rostrum. We had been there for a couple of hours already witnessing the 19th NSF Martyrs Memorial Trophy with early monsoon raindrops pouring as if there was no tomorrow. The air inside the dilapidated ground must've been refrigerated to its highest temp well before being diffused adding to the misery of coldness and freaks of the onlookers. “What does a Booty mean to you?” another douchebag kicked back. It didn't take long for the former to throw back the ball. “a good material in bed”, he said. A long stretched and exaggerated ‘wohhhh...’ followed in unison (that was the culture tho). Now I know where the conversation was heading to but for some reasons I had no intention of hijacking and throwing the topic out of the ground. If I do that, it would be unapologetically unethical on my part and a sign o...