I've had sex on a piano exactly once. I was drunk and the girl was drunk and the keys of the piano made funny noises when we moved, but as we were getting off the instrument, something happened that made the key lid close. On my dick. It was purple for weeks.
As you do. [ It's not meant sarcastically. It's just an observation. Jason does, after all. Fighting knuckles, yes? ] What shade of red are we talking now?
i mean, this shit isn't gonna change like the colors of the wind. it's still just dark maroonish red or whatever the fuck. maybe more red now that i'm freezing the life out it.
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[ yeah, he's gonna ask. ]
what experience?
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[ There. Very straightforward. Very honest. ]
I've had sex on a piano exactly once. I was drunk and the girl was drunk and the keys of the piano made funny noises when we moved, but as we were getting off the instrument, something happened that made the key lid close. On my dick. It was purple for weeks.
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[ he groans in pain cause that actually hurts to read. alright. he's going to find some ice and a fucking towel. ]
consequences, i guess.
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How are you doing?
[ He means, how are certain parts of you doing. ]
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[ cause why not ask that when he can? ]
i mean, this shit isn't gonna change like the colors of the wind. it's still just dark maroonish red or whatever the fuck. maybe more red now that i'm freezing the life out it.