The puget sound is cold, and is not worth jumping in after plentiful amounts of wine.
The rainy-ish season is upon us, which means spending hours looking outside a window trying to correctly guess not only the type of precipitation, but whether or not it's really the spray from a homeless guy taking a leak somewhere.
My balls aren't very talented. They just hang there.
It is hard to incorporate umbrellas and Air Supply CD's in foreplay.
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i guess if you're caught masturbating anytime from now on, you can say you were just trying to teach your balls some tricks.
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