bum-looker

1) someone who is strangely fascinated by the b-tts of other individuals, be they either male or female. some b-m-lookers are preferentially attracted to the b-ms of the opposite s-x, while some may be h-m-s-xual in nature. other b-m-lookers are simply fascinated by the -sses of both s-xes.

b-m lookers can often be ashamed of their -ss obsession, as this can also extend beyond the realm of human exchange to that of animals. the deeply invested b-m-looker can also become overwhelmed by the visual addiction to the b-tts any animal, such as dogs or cats, horses and other farm animals. b-m-lookers cannot help their strange perverted fascination with the behind. anytime a situation arises when a new interaction takes place between the b-m-looker and another individual, the b-m looker may not be able to emotionally seperate his feeling toward the -ss of the thing he is talking to and the face or head of the animal or person. when the b-m looker looks at the face, all he really sees and can can consider is the b-tt on the other side of the individual. in fact i would surmise that some b-m-lookers are actually not only perverts, but also a bunch of emotionally infantile, -n-lly-retentive r-t-rded b-ttwhifs.

2) another definition would be someone who looks like a b-m but possibly isn’t actually homelesss. this kind of b-m-looker just looks like a b-m. people who don’t shower for weeks at a time are often “b-m-lookers”.
“i don’t know ’bout you guys but i prefer a girl with a nice -ss… as long as its plump and round, somethin’ fer me to squezze and b-mp up with when i do her… thats what i like. she can be tall or short, redhead or brunette and have little of big t-ts, but i dig the b-tt…”

“yeah, you know tom and i know you d-ck. we know how obsessed you are by -ss… sometimes when we watch you we notice…”

“d-ck’s a b-m-looker, harry. don’t cha know?”, says tom. “he’s can’t stop himself from staring at peoples b-tts. he’s indiscriminate. i’ve caught him looking at my grandma’s b-tt dude, and that’s just gross… i’ve even caught him looking at your -ss sometimes man. what’s up d-ck? you scopin’ out tha dude-tang?”

“hey f-ck you, tom!” say d-ck.

“you b-m-looker!!”, says harry. “whats you f-ckin’ problem? are you f-ckin’ queer or somethin’, man?”

suddenly a hot s-xy goes walking by and all three get distracted. d-ck is tranfixed as he becomes caught in the trance of some blonde jogger with her plump-bouncy sweet co-ed b-tt-cheeks. then just as suddenly, out of the blue some fat ugly biker chick decks d-ck right in the jaw, and he falls off the park bench to the ground in a daze, seeing stars, quite bewildered actually…

“you, b-m-looker!!! stop slobberin’ over my girlfriend!!!”

“well sh-t man,” says tom to d-ck. “i guess that’s what you get when you can’t control yourself…”