Rodger, this guy in my English class, gave me two condoms in class today. Lifestyles, spermicidally lubricated with Nonoxynol-9 (which, a recent stuy purports, may actually promote the transmission of HIV vice preventing it). He said a teacher had given him a bunch of them as he handed them out liberally. I won't even touch that one, folks.
Two condoms. I'm starting to develop a small cache of these contraceptives. A three-pack of Durex that Rob left in my nightstand when he was watching the place (it was unopened, but I know it wasn't the only pack he bought while he was staying there, so feel free to gag away), One from a three-pack of Rendez-Vous that I bought in a Munich restroom to use up the last of my Marks before the Euro changeover. The Hot Rod condom the folks at SG sent me with my purchase of stickers. And now these...
I carry a Durex around in my wallet, despite the fact that it may render it useless. Its presence there is more humorous than utilitarian, anyway. When would I ever use it?
Rob bought me a pack the first time I met Gina. He was obviously expecting more than I was. I gave the box back to him a few months later, unopened. It was a twelve pack. More than a lifetime supply for me. As it stands currently, twelve more than a lifetime supply.
I suppose I should hop on the fucking bandwagon. After all, everyone who's riding it seems to dig it. But I guess it really is hard to teach an old dog new tricks. Then again, I am trying to curtail my drinking, so I probably could use a new vice to replace it.
Heh, raise a Coke to my newfound nymphomania.
Two condoms. I'm starting to develop a small cache of these contraceptives. A three-pack of Durex that Rob left in my nightstand when he was watching the place (it was unopened, but I know it wasn't the only pack he bought while he was staying there, so feel free to gag away), One from a three-pack of Rendez-Vous that I bought in a Munich restroom to use up the last of my Marks before the Euro changeover. The Hot Rod condom the folks at SG sent me with my purchase of stickers. And now these...
I carry a Durex around in my wallet, despite the fact that it may render it useless. Its presence there is more humorous than utilitarian, anyway. When would I ever use it?
Rob bought me a pack the first time I met Gina. He was obviously expecting more than I was. I gave the box back to him a few months later, unopened. It was a twelve pack. More than a lifetime supply for me. As it stands currently, twelve more than a lifetime supply.
I suppose I should hop on the fucking bandwagon. After all, everyone who's riding it seems to dig it. But I guess it really is hard to teach an old dog new tricks. Then again, I am trying to curtail my drinking, so I probably could use a new vice to replace it.
Heh, raise a Coke to my newfound nymphomania.