Ah, A University Education
I spent the day stoned off my brain watching porn.
Ah, a university education... where do you think I learned to get stoned off my tree? And access good porn. The kind of porn you always want to ask for, but you are frightened they will search your browser history and find it.
Homophobic frat boy, gets school by three mean gay boys down the back paddock on the way home from drinks one night. And you know, realism is best.
They were the days. Get really out of it in the cafe, fuck a boy in the quad late, no condom just spit and still be young enough to continue believing you are going to live forever.
What happened to that carefree life?
What was his name, Bradley. Blond-haired, 18 year old first year twink, when I was in third year. He was fun, we met up on several occasions. There was that lunch time drive home to my house, he was hot for it that day. He had a girlfriend, he eventually went back to her full time. Got married. Had children.
I kept up with him on Facebook, one of my many friends who I never talk to. You know, all those other friends you have, which you got back at the beginning when you laboured under the illusion that it was the number of friends that was important. He befriended me. I got the distinct idea that he befriended his entire contacts list, because we have never communicated.
I should message him, see how the heterosexuality turned out for him?
That would be funny, just out of the blue and all.
Clearly, I have too much pot and too many hours on my hands.
Ah, a university education... where do you think I learned to get stoned off my tree? And access good porn. The kind of porn you always want to ask for, but you are frightened they will search your browser history and find it.
Homophobic frat boy, gets school by three mean gay boys down the back paddock on the way home from drinks one night. And you know, realism is best.
They were the days. Get really out of it in the cafe, fuck a boy in the quad late, no condom just spit and still be young enough to continue believing you are going to live forever.
What happened to that carefree life?
What was his name, Bradley. Blond-haired, 18 year old first year twink, when I was in third year. He was fun, we met up on several occasions. There was that lunch time drive home to my house, he was hot for it that day. He had a girlfriend, he eventually went back to her full time. Got married. Had children.
I kept up with him on Facebook, one of my many friends who I never talk to. You know, all those other friends you have, which you got back at the beginning when you laboured under the illusion that it was the number of friends that was important. He befriended me. I got the distinct idea that he befriended his entire contacts list, because we have never communicated.
I should message him, see how the heterosexuality turned out for him?
That would be funny, just out of the blue and all.
Clearly, I have too much pot and too many hours on my hands.
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