one of the most peculiar things about “pastor chasing” is the fact that you have no idea (and no real control) over what’s going to pop into your head while you’re doing the deed. sure, you might begin the festivities with the thought of your girlfriend or roxy reynolds or the bespectacled big booty applebee’s waitress you met last week, but your Id takes over once you get into the zone. and, as we all know, our Id’s are on crack.

sometimes the “pop-ins” are understandable (“damn. i need to go to caribana again“). sometimes they’re intriguing (“wow. who knew my subconscious had a thing for jill marie jones?“). sometimes they’re bizarre (“elastigirl?? well, she did have a fat ass. and she’s flexible“) and sometimes they’re…well… Continue reading →