Jizz In My Pants

For starters NEVER google "jizz". Especially don't google image "jizz". You will be plagued with pictures of sausages and valleys, and I'm eating lunch here man. Not interested.
A quick search of the word on urban dictionary and it reveals "jizz" is "The secret ingredient of a Big Mac." Thank goodness I only eat Quarter Pounders. Mayonnaise, ha, you wish it was that. Kinda explains why the male staff always look dreary. Seriously though, if you don't know the true meaning of the word, then please do google it. I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised.

The vocies they sing it in. Aww man, the elongation of the words at the end of sentences, "that's just abssuuurd". The pronunciation of their "s"es. Soooo schmexy. Gro-ce-ry. Mo-st-ly. Genius I tell you, however these are the telltale signs of jizzers in their pants. You meet a man (or woman I guess), you move on. You see, as well as staining their pants, they like to blame the first person they see. The poor dancer in the club, the unfortunate lady on the checkout counter and then the JaniTor has the privilege of cleaning up aisle 3. They maybe a laugh when watching from a safe distance, but they are a nuisance in reality. Pure and simple. And to rub salt in the wound, the guy from the gro-ce-ry paid by cheque. No comment. Except he's a nob.

The song develops into shorter and shorter versuses. Indicating a small time period between each jizz session. Also the fact no face to face contact is required to jizz in their pants becomes clear. He merely checked his phone to see she rang and BAM. A loove explosion. The other guy listens to some tunes, and one comes on reminding him off her, then BAM, another explosion. This would be fine, but the fact he was driving is extremely dangerous, he could of sped off into a tree or rammed another car. At least he would have died happy if the worst comes.

The next versuses are a few lines each, all requiring no human contact to cause the jizzing. An alarm, a grape, a breeze and when Bruce Willis was dead at the end of Sixth Sense. I personally have never seen Sixth Sense so cannot comment on whether or not this would create a fountain or not. I have eaten a grape, although mighty tasty and o so very satisfying the only place juices were coming from was my mouth. A breeze I suppose could tickle your flash zone, enough to shoot bees? I'm not sure. Finally, I don't use an alarm for exactly this reason, I jizzed in my pants.

Then comes the "freestyle". The music moving to a more faster and upper beat. A sing-a-long section if you feel the need to, describing how he feels the need to wear a condom at all times. Good for him.

I wrote this and I....jizzed in my pants. And that concludes it.

You may have noticed in my analysis I bolded the letters J and T in the word janitor. Any ideas why?

You guessed it (or not). That janitor is of course dancing queen Justin Timberlake. RIP. Now he's Dead And Gone he won't be bringing SexyBack. O well, What Goes Around Comes Around, sure he had me Lovestoned but now I'll just have to Cry Me A River.

Ok, ok, I'll stop playing. No Justin Timberlake ain't dead. But he is in the video. 1:12 minutes to be precise. And some other times. He also appears behind the jizzer when hes at the checkout doing some packing. The poor soul has to cleanup the jizz on aisle 3. Good work there JT.