aaaahhhhahhhahh
now there's an ambition.
TONIGHT, MICHAEL, I'M GONNA WANK ME BALLS OFF. OH YEAH.
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Fri 5 Jun 2009, 1:35,
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TONIGHT, MICHAEL, I'M GONNA WANK ME BALLS OFF. OH YEAH.
Even with the benefit of base amphetamine that can keep you hammering away at the poor blighter for nine hours straight,
one's cock becomes painfully swollen, so much so that it's impossible to continue, way before the bollocks give the slightest hint of dropping off.
(ahem. That's what my GP told me, anyway)
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Fri 5 Jun 2009, 2:00,
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(ahem. That's what my GP told me, anyway)