As soon as they said they were gonna vote Trump, I knew this was going to be a one time thing.
All I said was that I was a WW2 Veteran in the S.S. Unit, and it worked. Maybe this country should focus more on education…
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And one fine morning ——
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
Me and the ENTIRE staff of The Rival.
Let’s just say the fighters of the American Revolution are not the only ones known as “The Minutemen.”
I remember the old adage “Speak softly, and carry a big stick.” I prefer to beg quietly and carry a slightly below average stick.
Let us just say, I wouldn’t walk barefoot in the Patriot Center bathrooms. Which one you ask? Doesn’t matter I have done it in all of them.
“Orgy-porgy,” the dancers caught up the liturgical refrain, “Orgy-porgy, Ford and fun, kiss the girls…” And as they sang, the lights began slowly to fade—to fade and at the same time to grow warmer, richer, redder, until at last they were dancing in the crimson twilight of an Embryo Store. “Orgy-porgy…” In their blood-coloured and foetal darkness the dancers continued for a while to circulate, to beat and beat out the indefatigable rhythm. “Orgy-porgy…” Then the circle wavered, broke, fell in partial disintegration on the ring of couches which surrounded—circle enclosing circle—the table and its planetary chairs. “Orgy-porgy…” Tenderly the deep Voice crooned and cooed; in the red twilight it was as though some enormous negro dove were hovering benevolently over the now prone or supine dancers.
Orgy in a frat bathroom. So many regrets
The morning of my birthday I decided to give myself an early present, lying in bed watching my favorite chick flick I took out my trusty ole vibrator. As I enjoyed my machinations, my brother busted in to wish me a happy birthday. I told him to get out, but my Dad was already walking in too. Little did I know, my grandparents were there, and they walked in too with a beautiful cake. Finally, they pulled the covers off me for me to get out of bed, and my little friend went shooting across the room and landed directly in the cake. Needless to say, this is not another teen sex story.
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