Watching me in an airport must be funny. Firstly, I always take off my belt with its big metal (bottle-opening) buckle, because I hate standing there with my arms out while someone with a nametag waves a wand that beeps loudly every time it passes my crotch. Beep! It's his cock! Beep! It must be his balls!
Secondly, I always seem to think I've got a lot more time to get to my flight than I actually do, or they switch a gate on me. So every damn time, I have to sprint to my gate at full speed, while my shorts or pants start to ride downward past my crack. A spectacle.
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