past pussy haunts

the other day i was watching one of my other crack addictions – top design 2. a guy i know is friends with one of the contestants on the show and i’ve been hard pressed to find out if he won, so every time i see him i pester him. i saw him the other day and asked my usual question but this time the conversation got a bit more personal:

friend: “no, he still won’t tell me if he won. i’m just waiting for that preston to finally get kicked off.”

me: “preston…?”

friend: “you know the really pretty, shiny guy.”

me: “oh yea. why?”

friend: “cause he has a tiny penis”

now, i can’t remember the conversation verbatim, but by the end of it i knew that allegedly at some point in time the two of these guys had met, schtuppted, and now had the stories to go along with it, and it made me realize why i could never be famous (or at least go on a reality show)

if there was a chance that even 1 in 5 of the guys i’ve banged could have something to say about my sack skills or physicalities that could embarrass me, true or not, those are odds i’m just not willing to take.

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