J-Lo's got nothing on the bodacious bevy of big beautiful butts that make sandwiches at Wawa. Those ladies are horrendously big boned. Cool. It's really impressive when you think about it. I just don't think you can cram much more ass on a body without having structural difficulties.
I must confess, though, I have an unnatural predilection for large women. Even more precisely, I want to publicly announce my crush on Wawa's culinary artist Jennifer. Weighing in at a lean 265, this pretty holds a dear place in my heart. If the surest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, Jenny's got me covered for about 8,675,309 years. I'm so hungry... for a piece of that ass.
I'm lucky to have proximity on my side in my quest for this buxom broad. I live in Stouffer so I'm blessed with a short commute to the goddess's palace. She always greets me with a painful indifference that only makes me crave her enormous ta-tas ever more. When she sneers in my general direction while calling out my number, ooh it makes me so wet. I just want to plant a sloppy kiss on her wide self. "That's jungle fever, Kyle!"
Many people look at this fair maiden with dumfounded, open-mouth stares. They say, "James, her arms are wider than your legs, and her fingers are wider than your... legs." I cannot deny all of this bears an unmistakable ring of truth. But, I want her. I do. Is that so terribly wrong? I mean, have you seen the jugs on my Jenny? She's running H-cups, easy. I'd love to put my face between 'em and have her show me what's up. Hold on a second, I need to go to the bathroom...
Anyways, I've never been blessed with the sight of fair Jennifer in a short skirt or a midriff-less top -- perhaps halter. I wonder if her navel is pierced. She's so sassy like that! I've missed out on her monstrous thighs that could crush me (or give me the pleasure of a thousand pleasures).
Oh Jennifer, is it my fault that you are my muse? I sit and stare at you, and cry when you are not around. Oh, sweet thang. You are so large, sumptuous and wonderful. Can we please make out in the back next to the sandwich meat? Ah, dreams. If only she weren't dating Donovan McNabb -- his season thus far proves that her love holds no bounds. Goodnight, sweet princess.
