…unless of course, they have an image ability to maintain their composure and abide by the manners instilled during childhood.
I’m picking up my little girl’s shoes from the yard as they run barefoot toward their friend across the field.
Teenage Boys drive by…
They commence their habitual hollering and cat-calling as I subsequently ignore them.
Boys: it smells like cum!
(then… singing) Cum baby cum
Keep in mind my 4 & 9 year old are right-bloody-here, in the yard.
Me: then go wash your hands
Boys: (stupid face, no words)
Me: that just happened.
But hey, Next time you roll through here, you might consider keeping your mouths shut to avoid having to explain a busted window to daddy’s car.
Waste of space.