YAAAAWN.... Oh, man, what time is it? Like, noontime already? Jeez, Mike, wake up. Helloooo Mike, this is your
penis, wake the fuck up, douchenozzle.
Ah, it's no use, that fucker is
out like a light. Figures, I'm always
up an hour before him. Damn, and I feel so stiff, too. I need to take up some
yoga or something.
So let's see what's going on in-- jeez!! What a mess!! Clothes everywhere,
shirt,
socks,
underwear.... um,
panties....
garters.... panties? Garters? And is that a
bra? Hey, hang on a sec, am I-- am I wearing
lipstick? Fuck, I'm smothered in it!!
Oh jeez, Mike. No wonder I've got this vague memory of that old throbbing, pounding feeling.
Ok, well good for you, Mike, I guess. So, where's the condom? Hmmmm.... don't see one on the floor. Or in the trash. Not a condom wrapper, even.... uh-oh. You didn't. Fuck, you did, didn't you. You went and had unprotected sex with some strange girl you just met in a bar.
Great. And I just realized I've got a big reddish lump on my head. Oh man, and I'm starting to itch. Thanks, Mike, thanks a lot. Well, joke's on you buddy. Soon you're gonna to need to pee. And then I'm really gonna burn you.
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