I don’t know about exploring the inner workings of the universe with E. The first couple of hours can be great but how about the last three hours of lying in bed a day later with the fear, frantically trying to jerk off to lessen the pain?Comments/Enlarge |
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I’d marry him or her, but only if they were playing the Ramones version of “Baby I Love You” while I walked down the aisle with him or her. I wouldn’t even bother asking which it is. That’s genitalist.Comments/Enlarge |
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