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Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
No pinky dick here. But if I did have one, I would find myself something that brought me back to the time when no one cared about dick size. Something innocent. Maybe something I used to carry to school.
And then I would spend every waking moment of my life trying to buy every single one I could. And I would find a girl who thought that buying 5 of these a day would infuse love into our otherwise pathetic, meatless (catch that double entendre?) relationship.
TM
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Apropos of nothing, aren't you all (well, not
all y'all) glad that your spouse/SO doesn't post here? I mean, I've got a gazillion goofy little habits/bizarre personality defects/weird-ass idiosyncracies that I would just as soon not have all of my imaginary friends know, much less discuss in public.
Hello, my name is Not Bob, and I go to Hal Linden events dressed as a character from "Barney Miller."
