You know what movie I want to see? Two prepubescent boys walking around town with wicked pee boners. You tell me that wouldn’t be hilarious AND educational. I know I would’ve benefited greatly at my younger stages knowing the rules and regulations of incurring a killer pee boner. Only recently, in the past couple years, have I figured the perfect mix of “push, no wait it hurts stop, push, ok a little harder, ow, ok I think I have a steady stream going here, holy shit I can’t believe I am peeing with a Rock Hudson cock right now!”
Going to the first Canes game tonight. Season tickets. Canes going to tear through the ACC like I tore through my toilet at 3:54am last night after eating 3 Snicker’s ice cream bars and being lactose intolerant.
When this hits you, you're fucked.
But damn they’re tasty. Every bite I know will result in that one extra constipation push, waking me up with poop cramps, yet I still persist. They are that good. And luckily I didn’t get any splatter in the dry spot between my cock and balls. You know it’s a mess down there when you get some shrapnel in the Geneva of your package.
