Hmph. I hate my last post. It smacks of blogish. I can't stand journals that consist of useless dribble, "I went to the store today and bought a different brand of deodorant. I'm hoping I can make it last an extra two or three hours. Hurrah for not stinkiness." Bah.
This is what a journal should really be about:
I often wonder if anyone has ever successfully discovered exactly how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. I mean, seriously...who has the time or patience to spend 3 hours or more finding out. PLUS...if it's done right and you don't suck it, your tongue would get raw as hell. You wouldn't be able to taste food for days.
My penis aches for vaginal insertion.
Did you know Catherine the Great was, in fact, NOT killed by the horse she was fucking?!? It's true! She actually died of a stroke while sitting on the toilet. Much more dignified in my book.
This is what a journal should really be about:
I often wonder if anyone has ever successfully discovered exactly how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. I mean, seriously...who has the time or patience to spend 3 hours or more finding out. PLUS...if it's done right and you don't suck it, your tongue would get raw as hell. You wouldn't be able to taste food for days.
My penis aches for vaginal insertion.
Did you know Catherine the Great was, in fact, NOT killed by the horse she was fucking?!? It's true! She actually died of a stroke while sitting on the toilet. Much more dignified in my book.
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cupofkarma:
funny! 
stonesurf91:
HA! sorry to hear about your penis. 