[Sun Sentinel] A Miami-Dade man was using a car’s sunroof for much more exposure than is legal, authorities said. Julio Socarras Mompeller, 31, is accused of standing up through the sunroof of a silver Mercedes Benz with his pants down, exposing himself and making self-stimulating gestures with his hand, according to the Monroe County Sheriff’s Office. The Sheriff’s Office says the incident took place about 9 a.m. Sunday in the southbound lanes of U.S. 1 near Mile Marker 90.5 in Plantation Key. The incident was reported by an off-duty Florida Highway Patrol trooper who was taking his wife and young child to a 9/11 ceremony, the Sheriff’s Office said. Two Monroe County Sheriff’s deputies were able to stop the vehicle a few miles later and reported that a shirtless Mompeller was still in the passenger seat with his pants loosened. According to the Sheriff’s Office, the two other people in the car admitted that Mompellar exposed himself but said they didn’t know why. Mompeller was booked into the Monroe County Jail on a charged of indecent exposure.
You won’t find a more staunch proponent of indecent exposure than 610. I’ve blogged about it repeatedly and have been supportive of the perpetrator every single time. Well, just like the Giants’ undefeated 2011 season, all streaks must come to an end. Julio, my man, if you want to pull your cock out in the Benz that’s cool. I got no problem there. But when you hop out the sunroof and start shooting imaginary loads all willy-nilly on a Sunday morning, you’re just being an asshole. Take a page out of the books of your predecessors and either show some god damn discretion or keep your snake harnessed. The other dudes had the irresistible urge to squeeze the Twinkie and managed to do so in the privacy of their own vehicles until some busybody peeked through the window & ruined an intimate moment with a call to the fuzz. Any man can understand caving to such an impulse. Sometimes you just gotta jerk off. But mocking the masturbatory arts is just plain disrespectful. Not only to those who were forced to see your Churro and wipe your phantom money shots from their windshield, but to the sanctity of meat-beating itself.
