edited by ANDREW J HICKS
My bedroom window sucks as a glory hole. Nothing glorious about it.
Oh, the entire concept of a glory hole just… I don’t know if I can place that level of trust in an unseen, anonymous stranger. “Hi… Yep, first time… Anyway, here’s my peen.”
Agreed. I mean, you gotta be ballsy to use a glory hole.
But not too ballsy, ’cause balls wont fit thru there.
My luck, on even my most sexually adventurous of days, I’d wind up on the business end of a scalpel-wielding psychopath known as the Glory Hole Weenis Collector or something. Course, the upside of being a eunuch is, I could always front a Bee Gees tribute band.
Fuck yeah! I love the Bee Gees!
How many of them have died? The other two, right? I just heard Robin has some sort of cancer?
Yeah, I thought two of the three died of cancer. God hated those Brothers Gibb.