I would like to pause for a moment, to talk about my penis.
My penis is like a toddler. A toddler—who is a perfectly normal size for his age—on a long road trip to what he thinks is Disney World. My penis is excited because he hasn’t been to Disney World in a long, long time, but remembers a time when he used to go every day. So now the penis toddler is constantly fidgeting, whining “Are we there yet? Are we there yet? How about now? Now? How about... now?”
And Disney World is nowhere in sight.
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also: teaching Adrian what a real man is like
He's probably thinking about me
Coran Attack!
not at work
Coran Attack!
Secret Satan 2013 Wishlist
What spring does with the cherry trees.
we have to go deeper
Well, there goes sleeping again without nightmares. Thanks.
Secret Satan 2013 Wishlist
A-whoo-hoo
And Disney World is nowhere in sight.
Well, I feel unoriginal.