"Hey dad, whassup?" I chimed in at the onset of his gruff and surly "Hello?!" It was Sunday, the appointed time for our weekly check-in. He gave an unusually heavy sigh and growled, "Mommy and I aren't happy with you, big guy!" Slightly caught off guard and a bit panicky, I mentally listed the possibilities: forgot big sister's birthday, missed
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*gigglefit*
I think I love you. That was an absolutely precious story... LOVE IT.
If good things come to those who wait, there had best be a platinum penis in my future, because I been waitin' a LONG damn time. *crosses arms, taps foot*
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NOW.
So you can stop commenting about how deprived your eros is.
Also, please let me know if Japanese people really do have tiny dickies. Thanks!
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xoxox
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Your dad kicks ass.
So do you.
Don't give up on Japanese guys! I got SUPER lucky with one while I was abroad; he was sweet and caring...and a total tomcat in the sack. Keep on truckin!
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dear lord, that's a trashy thought....
but even he needed some extracurricular tutoring when it came to the ways of love.... not that i'm by any stretch of the imagination casanova's heir, but at least i've NEVER rolled over and gone to bed before both teams scored!!
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I miss the antecdotes of your parents almost as much as I miss you! Maybe I should stop by Olive and say Hello----get my fix---as my "dealer" you have done a poor job keeping me supplied of the parental antics. love you...keep cracking us up funny boy!
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and you, too, keep writing in the damnable journal!! it's the second-best way to keep in touch.... besides of course, crossing the druley duplex hallway and chatting the night away.... tear tear....
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