thatrandomguitargirl

He walks - no, strides -  down the street, all the girls staring at the one spot. Gerard sees them, of course, he’s wearing track pants that always put the girls in a trance. At least he didn’t wear his dungarees or pantaloons, that didn’t end well last time. “Hey, buddy, could you cover those things please?” A guy asks, averting his eyes. “Well, let me tell ya,” Gerard says. “I see the girls looking at my junk, then checkin’ out my trunk, then back to my sugalumps.” “Sugalumps?” The guy inquires, finally allowing himself to stare. “Yeah, they look so good that&