prison overpopulation

It was a very futuristic setting. It dealt with prison over population. 

The way it was handled seems very possible to me. They took 10 percent of the population shaved their heads gave them absolute necessities they took them far out into the baren desert and dropped them off. There was no care of anyone trying to escape because if you left your group (usually 150 to 200) you most certainly would die. Knowing many would die along the way. They were given 1 month to cross the desert. As soon as they had completed their journey they returned to the prison and the next group was sent out. Always 10 percent of the population that way there was enough room to house. 

my story. by Dr jeppy pimple popper

So let me start with I'm almost 62 have gigantic boobs and mostly don't wear a bra.  Needless to say of anyone asks my size I say I'm a 48 long. If nipples were flashlights my feet would always be lit! I hate that! If I have to have long boobs why couldn't I at least have nipples on the front?? Seems fair to me. 

So anyway, I don't pay much attention to them anymore and am always surprised when I see or feel a place there has been a large zit. So Im laying in my bed unable to sleep and I moved my arm over my bare boob to grab the blanket when I felt a scratch on my arm. Immediately I returned to the scratchy spot to feel what was up, it was a scab from one of those random healing big zits, so I decided I should feel around to see if there were any more of them, because I love zits. Barely did I get away from the scab area before I felt it, there it was the mother of all boob zits! Instantly I whip off all blankets and grab my right boob with my left hand I lift it up using my right fingers to search for it and assess the size, there it is again it's huge! How was I not aware of something poking out this far from my boob? How could it be this sensitive and I didn't know it was there?? Omg! What if it's cancer? Should I get up and go look at it? Should I squeeze it? WHAT DO I DO???  My heart is pounding out of my chest, to my medical shows lately, I'm totally scared, what to do??? Just squeeze for you life, hope it breaks thru.   So I prepare myself even a little out loud speech of just grit your teeth and try to not scream. Thumbs in position both sides of this huge protruding lump and I begin to squeeze for my life, I even let out a little shriek, omg this was painful but it was gonna happen!! Finally couldn't take it, had to stop let go of the boob and layed there panting. Then got up the courage to give it a second go, began feeling around again very softly because now it hurts. 

What the hell?? Where did it go? Finally I find it, grab it, walk into my bathroom to see in the mirror this monster growing on me, and Burst into laughter when I find my protruding nipple between my fingers!! Lesson here, pay attention to your boobs, and your nipples, and if you are married and can't remember what it feels like to have your nipple touched, I say that's grounds for a divorce!! 

so self absorbed... I'm never prepared.

A few nights ago I did something dumb, silly and worthy of a good laugh.  At that moment I wanted to share with you. I don't know why you. Because I never learn that's why. So I tried calling, no answer, tried texting, answer came a couple hours late. Why? Because I'm no longer on the priority list. 

I've been waiting for the right time, I thought maybe tonight while you were drying off from your shower, you'd just slept MANY hours, so I asked if I could tell you a silly dumb funny thing I did. Your answer was yeah make it fast tho. Well that shut me down. I asked if you had somewhere to be, it's midnight, you raised your voice and repeated 3 times yes bed. I said nevermind we bickered that 5 second bicker of go ahead, no I don't want to, you went back to bed and put on another movie. So much for that! 

No!...... next time.

So tonight upon returning from work I came in to you getting out of the shower. I asking if you were coming or going, in always colorful words you said going. Going to get"gear". I responded with my test question, want company? You came back with an immediate NO! No,....... Next time. Then anger came. I'm just going over there I don't want to fuck around, not going anywhere Else, well to get myself food I'm hungry.  I tried not to say more but it didn't work. Finally I said so why is it I can't go? You reiterated louder and angrier because that would explain it to me for sure, yeah right. All it said to me was " because I'm a fucking liar" but turns out it should have Said I'm just a dick. So then angrily you bark at me fine then get your ass in the car if you're going. You know I'm not. You charge out of here and suddenly lynzee is in the doorway saying I'm just gonna ride with him then grab food on the way back. Really? I said, cause he just told me I couldn't go. 3 hours later I called to see if they were ok since he was in such a hurry Lynz said they were fine just got held up at the secret spot for an hour waiting. Got back here about an hour later. Where you promptly went back to sleep. What a life we live! Please go. Please just leave. This coldness is killing me. I keep trying to be nice to you ( with that 23yrs of my life and a beautiful angel daughter later) only to pull back a bloody stump. Tomorrow will be pretty easy, you work in the morning but you will stay gone as long as possible. I will leave before you get home with hopes that when I get back have I'm you you are asleep again. But then there's your laundry and the trash to take out. Lynzee isn't here to be your slave so you will do it with all the hate you have in you. Ahhh, good times, you know what they say about the definition of insanity! Yep that's my pic there!!