Tuesday May 03, 2005

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*The boy dings the side of his wine glass with his spoon*

This isn't gonna be one of those 'current events' updates. In fact, it may be a dreadfully narcisistic journal, but one I'm gonna write just the same. Call me a pig. Call me part of the problem. Call my a power mongering, gas guzzling, ugly American man. Point your fingers. Raise your pickets. Leash your children and remind the dog to wear a scarf, 'cuz I'm just gonna come out and say it.

I love my penis.
I have a thang for my wang.
A fondness for my phallus.
A cock just rocks.
A dick that's sick.
A weakness for my freakness.
A song for my dong.
I sing when I swing with a cock ring.
Esteem for my endowment
Attachment to my attachment
It's spectacular to be so vascular.
I'm mad for my manhood.
and I fancy my fiend.

Whatever you've got - love it. Own it.
Sometimes, you've just gotta shout it.
tongue
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cklarock:
We were totally having an Eidolon lovefest. In fact, once we're done talking about you, we kind of run out of stuff to talk about. So we'll sit there in this increaseingly uncomfortable silence, and then start talking about you again.

You're one of the good ones, dude. And now I am the only boy on your friends list, so I feel all extra special. wink

Now, I don't know your penis, but if it's anything like mine, I can see why you love it so much, because I'm kind of having a renaissance of my love affair with my penis at the moment.

We lovessss it, precioussss.

(Nassssty hobitses try to sssteal it, precioussss? Filthy, nassty hobitses . .)
kiva:
hey yer back

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