I made him in the elevator, I rode him on the right rail.

May 08, 2003 16:30

Today I’m pretty sure I’m existing just so my clothes will have someway to move. I could talk about my job since I had my performance evaluation today, but I’d really rather not be defined by my job. I come here to work so they’ll pay me. If they like what I’m doing, that just means I don’t have to worry about them looking over my shoulder all ( Read more... )

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donutgirl May 9 2003, 06:41:34 UTC
Your description of boys go9ne wild is hysterical. I told my boi about it, and he thought the pizza slice game was great... said he wished it had been around when he was in prep school, as he surely would have been pizza dick king. In his day, everyone just played ookie cookie. Are you familiar?

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Re: boxedrobot May 9 2003, 06:47:11 UTC
I hope there isn't a dick game I'm NOT familiar with. Now I need to hear his stories, you've got my salacious mind salivating. How kinky. Why is it that silly stuff like that is really the best part of the sexual spectrum? Maybe because it's so honest in its idiocy. Does he have some ability to withstand great temperatures? Is his dick like the iron skillet of progenitive members? I'm so shamefully interested.

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