Aimingforthetop;655931 said:
"like a punch in the guts mike salvini sat down with force. making the sofa squeek a funny sound. he did a deep exhale. though through the whole plot again. considered if he was too high, maybe it was a new high? maybe someone had tryed to drug him earlier in the evening. but no Mike couldn't find any thing that seemed to be a reasonable explanation to what he had just heard.
he looked uo at the girl again. she was still sitting there with her quirky boobs in a see through t shirt and no bra. still holding the ruler in 1 hand. and looking at him like a mom dissapointed in her teenage son for not doing the dishes,,, again. Mike looked at the chick. he caughed a little and asked her in a more distinctive voice: "bitch, what did you just say to me?"
ye thats how my brain works. i think everything is funny as i am just building more on the original story
Reminds me of a quote by Peter Ruben, the old staff writer for GQ Magazine:
"Three hours later, there’s nothing left to talk about. “Moment of truth,” he says now with a grin. “Let me just get ready.” He walks into the bathroom with Jen. Waiting in the adjacent kitchen, I try not to listen to their soft rustlings. “How do they do this in ����� movies?” Mike calls out.
A moment passes. He calls me in. He’s not satisfied with the partial erection he’s managed to raise. He grabs a handful of Vaseline, Jen faces the wall and drops her thong, and I exit with haste. Another moment passes. And another.
“OK — hurry!”
He is sitting on the toilet, shirt off, shorts around his ankles, red-faced. His right hand holds a ruler and his left … well, his left hand seems to be choking some otherworldly tentacle. The thing’s the size of a paper towel roll, but looks perfectly healthy.
“Check the ruler,” he says in a faintly strangled tone. Leaning forward gingerly, I confirm that his bone-pressed penis is indeed 10 and a half inches.
As the blood drains back to the rest of his body, Mike twists his penis over and points to the stretch mark. And, sure enough, it is there, and it is nearly 5 inches long, pink and angry, a symbol of everything a man can aspire to.
Peter Rubin is professor of law at Georgetown University, where he teaches constitutional law."
