BILLS BULLSHIT
Bill’s Bullshit is a daily journal of William Fontaine de La Tour Dauterive’s life in which he vents about the things in his daily life that cause him some irritations or annoyances. Once a day he will write about these things in hopes of getting his anger out on pages instead of the football field.
09/27/21
Entry 5:
Now usually I like waiting until the end of the day to write in my daily journal, but today I simply couldn’t. In fact I had to write this one before I could even get ready for the game today because of how frustrating of an event it was for me. And, to be honest, this is not an isolated incident but an ongoing problem that I feel must be addresses as soon as possible. Every time I pull into the stadium prior to the game, I am ALWAYS met by a barrage of young, attractive fans who love making my life a living hell. As I arrive at the stadium, these lovely ladies, without provocation or hesitation, begin all simultaneously lifting their shirts up and blinding me with their naked, bare chests. Now normally someone like me wouldn’t mind such an incident, but I have told these fans time and time again how disruptive I find it that they do this every time they see me arriving at the stadium. However, instead of this problem going away, it has seemed to increase every single week. Every game more and more women are standing there waiting for me to arrive to show off their puppies. And it doesn’t matter how early I arrive, they are always there without fail. Once, I even tried arriving the night before for the game and to my surprise, there was a large crowd of females waiting bare chested at the player entrance gate. How much longer must I suffer this inhumanity? As I have reiterated to them on several occasions, I have a women who has my heart already so I cannot understand why they continue disrespecting me like that. Lenore has always been, and always will be the only woman for me and the only thing these women are doing is creating impure thoughts in my head. But today, I just hit the boiling point. As I was arriving to the game, as was usual the women began lifting up their shirts and bras. However, this time there was an especially big-titted women in the crowd that was noticeably having difficulty removing her top off. Now at the sight of this I was baffled, unsure about how to proceed. So, after a few moments to think about my next move, I hopped out of my car and ran behind the struggling woman. I immediately ran my fingers along her back and unhooked her massive bras that resembled the parachutes that the soldiers use in the Army. Needless to say the impending friction created by the sudden drop of those two gigantic melons rubbing up against each other was enough to give me an instant boner that wouldn’t go away until the end of the game. Surely there is more that the security guards at the game can be doing to control this infestation. I have complained many times to the owners of the football stadium, but honestly I feel like they are the ones that are inviting the women to greet us at the entrance. Oh well, I can’t say I didn’t try.
Bill’s Bullshit is a daily journal of William Fontaine de La Tour Dauterive’s life in which he vents about the things in his daily life that cause him some irritations or annoyances. Once a day he will write about these things in hopes of getting his anger out on pages instead of the football field.
09/27/21
Entry 5:
Now usually I like waiting until the end of the day to write in my daily journal, but today I simply couldn’t. In fact I had to write this one before I could even get ready for the game today because of how frustrating of an event it was for me. And, to be honest, this is not an isolated incident but an ongoing problem that I feel must be addresses as soon as possible. Every time I pull into the stadium prior to the game, I am ALWAYS met by a barrage of young, attractive fans who love making my life a living hell. As I arrive at the stadium, these lovely ladies, without provocation or hesitation, begin all simultaneously lifting their shirts up and blinding me with their naked, bare chests. Now normally someone like me wouldn’t mind such an incident, but I have told these fans time and time again how disruptive I find it that they do this every time they see me arriving at the stadium. However, instead of this problem going away, it has seemed to increase every single week. Every game more and more women are standing there waiting for me to arrive to show off their puppies. And it doesn’t matter how early I arrive, they are always there without fail. Once, I even tried arriving the night before for the game and to my surprise, there was a large crowd of females waiting bare chested at the player entrance gate. How much longer must I suffer this inhumanity? As I have reiterated to them on several occasions, I have a women who has my heart already so I cannot understand why they continue disrespecting me like that. Lenore has always been, and always will be the only woman for me and the only thing these women are doing is creating impure thoughts in my head. But today, I just hit the boiling point. As I was arriving to the game, as was usual the women began lifting up their shirts and bras. However, this time there was an especially big-titted women in the crowd that was noticeably having difficulty removing her top off. Now at the sight of this I was baffled, unsure about how to proceed. So, after a few moments to think about my next move, I hopped out of my car and ran behind the struggling woman. I immediately ran my fingers along her back and unhooked her massive bras that resembled the parachutes that the soldiers use in the Army. Needless to say the impending friction created by the sudden drop of those two gigantic melons rubbing up against each other was enough to give me an instant boner that wouldn’t go away until the end of the game. Surely there is more that the security guards at the game can be doing to control this infestation. I have complained many times to the owners of the football stadium, but honestly I feel like they are the ones that are inviting the women to greet us at the entrance. Oh well, I can’t say I didn’t try.
“My name is Dauterive comma Bill, I am also insane.”
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