I woke up this morning with a bohner in my pants… my bohner, not someone else’s. I know because I checked three times. This wasn’t a surprise since I wake up most mornings with a hard on, but on this occasion I was unable to beat it away. You see, I was running late for work and there was no time. Usually I am quite pleased to find a bohner in my pants because I love masturbation. Its one of my many hobbies… along with picking my nose, making booger sculptures, playing X-Box, and cooking.
Anyways, back to my bohner. I was a little upset to see it because I felt remorseful that I wasn’t going to have time to deal with it. I felt bad… like I was neglecting one of my children. What to do. Well, like any good problem solver I decided to bring it to work with me. I think my co-workers were a little turned off by it… but fcuk them. I hate them anyways. Right now I’m having lunch with it. I ordered my usual, cheese pizza from Sabaros.
2006-09-08
06:58:11
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