Junk Junk
I hate the term "junk." Where did that come from? Our uptight, prudish, conservative middle class values, I guess.
“Oo, noy, don’t talk arbout thart, or thart, [big eyes of horror] and definitely nort thart. Euw, noy, don’t talk arbout anything weet, or sexsee, noy.”
We will non-offensive our way into oblivion, at this rate.
Steve hasn't got "junk" when I slide my hand down his pants, not at all. It's far from it. It is this lovely, solid, hot, sweaty, thick, solid thing that fills my palm with amazing feelings. I love the effect I have on it.
Tommy hasn't got "junk" he has something that is magnificent, that should have monuments built to it. It's not junk, it is the essence of life.
It is because some uptight, cat’s bum bitch (I use the term bitch in a unisex way, non discriminatory sense) couldn’t say penis, is it?
“Oo, noy, don’t talk arbout thart, or thart, [big eyes of horror] and definitely nort thart. Euw, noy, don’t talk arbout anything weet, or sexsee, noy.”
We will non-offensive our way into oblivion, at this rate.
Steve hasn't got "junk" when I slide my hand down his pants, not at all. It's far from it. It is this lovely, solid, hot, sweaty, thick, solid thing that fills my palm with amazing feelings. I love the effect I have on it.
Tommy hasn't got "junk" he has something that is magnificent, that should have monuments built to it. It's not junk, it is the essence of life.
It is because some uptight, cat’s bum bitch (I use the term bitch in a unisex way, non discriminatory sense) couldn’t say penis, is it?
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