The problem with ammonia, however (and the reason why they stopped making propane-run absorption refrigerators a long time ago) is that under certain conditions I guess ammonia is explosive and not to mention not too good for you:).
Ammonia is pretty cool, d00d. You get some ammonia, and a bathtub full of Mr. Clean and some kitty litter, mix it all together, and add some Orange Crush, and we have some way-fuckin-good meth on our hands!
It's so good it makes you ribbit like a fucking FROG!! RIBBBBBBBITTT!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab
at a major university. Part of my duties includes
running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished
running this one experiment on a very attractive young
lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her
participation and show her to the door, she
interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra
credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much
as my current grade, my parents will cut off my
allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation
points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a
pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering.
"But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in
highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit
commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a
generic response if I didn't want to come off
soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just
tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute \ she
unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was
having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I
got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow
me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle
Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really
held true to their claim. Normally I would have
avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been
duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me
to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull
the pancakes off the griddle before they were done
just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I
was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My
participant attempted to dismount, but something was
wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to
work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her
mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she
jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I
screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail,
said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked
out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member
bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I
get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and
she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the
credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control
of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative
one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab
at a major university. Part of my duties includes
running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished
running this one experiment on a very attractive young
lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her
participation and show her to the door, she
interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra
credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much
as my current grade, my parents will cut off my
allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation
points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a
pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering.
"But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in
highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit
commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a
generic response if I didn't want to come off
soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just
tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute \ she
unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was
having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I
got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow
me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle
Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really
held true to their claim. Normally I would have
avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been
duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me
to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull
the pancakes off the griddle before they were done
just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I
was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My
participant attempted to dismount, but something was
wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to
work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her
mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she
jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I
screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail,
said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked
out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member
bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I
get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and
she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the
credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control
of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative
one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes
running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering.
"But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute \ she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. Little Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. Little Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I'm 23 years old and I live at home with my parents. Okay, so I'm a loser. Shut the fuck up. Last night I stuffed a towel under the door, spritzed apple-cinnamon Odor Absorber(TM) all over myself and smoked pot in my room. I accidentally smoked a little too much, though, because I got FUCKED THE FUCK UP. I only remember setting at my iMac, listening to music and flailing my arms and head around like a madman. Why am I writing about this now? Because I'm at work and I just popped a whopper of a THC bubble. God I'm stoned.
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. "Little Bobby" was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. "Little Bobby" was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads.
I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. "Little Bobby" was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads.
I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. "Little Bobby" was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I'm 23 years old and I live at home with my parents.
Okay, so I'm a loser. Shut the fuck up. Last night I
stuffed a towel under the door, spritzed
apple-cinnamon Odor Absorber(TM) all over myself and
smoked pot in my room. I accidentally smoked a little
too much, though, because I got FUCKED THE FUCK UP. I
only remember setting at my iMac, listening to music
and flailing my arms and head around like a madman.
Why am I writing about this now? Because I'm at work
and I just popped a whopper of a THC bubble. God I'm stoned.
Slashdot Mirror
I cut my dick off!
I would, but then it would suck baked beans out of my asshole like Linux does.
Ammonia is pretty cool, d00d. You get some ammonia, and a bathtub full of Mr. Clean and some kitty litter, mix it all together, and add some Orange Crush, and we have some way-fuckin-good meth on our hands!
It's so good it makes you ribbit like a fucking FROG!! RIBBBBBBBITTT!
Put your mouth on my exhaust tap.
I cut my dick off with a carving knife to highten the orgasm!
An article by Michael J. DeMaria over at networkcomputing.com.
Yeah, that really hurt. But actually I do have a previous "hazards of resarch" post (sort of). Enjoy! -peepoh
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab
at a major university. Part of my duties includes
running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished
running this one experiment on a very attractive young
lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her
participation and show her to the door, she
interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra
credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much
as my current grade, my parents will cut off my
allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation
points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a
pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering.
"But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in
highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit
commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a
generic response if I didn't want to come off
soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just
tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute \ she
unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was
having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I
got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow
me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle
Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really
held true to their claim. Normally I would have
avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been
duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me
to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull
the pancakes off the griddle before they were done
just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I
was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My
participant attempted to dismount, but something was
wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to
work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her
mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she
jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I
screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail,
said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked
out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member
bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I
get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and
she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the
credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control
of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative
one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab
at a major university. Part of my duties includes
running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished
running this one experiment on a very attractive young
lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her
participation and show her to the door, she
interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra
credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much
as my current grade, my parents will cut off my
allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation
points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a
pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering.
"But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in
highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit
commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a
generic response if I didn't want to come off
soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just
tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute \ she
unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was
having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I
got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow
me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle
Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really
held true to their claim. Normally I would have
avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been
duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me
to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull
the pancakes off the griddle before they were done
just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I
was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My
participant attempted to dismount, but something was
wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to
work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her
mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she
jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I
screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail,
said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked
out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member
bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I
get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and
she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the
credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control
of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative
one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes
running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering.
"But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute \ she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. My Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. Little Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. Little Jimmy was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
An article by Michael J. DeMaria over at networkcomputing.com.
I'm 23 years old and I live at home with my parents. Okay, so I'm a loser. Shut the fuck up. Last night I stuffed a towel under the door, spritzed apple-cinnamon Odor Absorber(TM) all over myself and smoked pot in my room. I accidentally smoked a little too much, though, because I got FUCKED THE FUCK UP. I only remember setting at my iMac, listening to music and flailing my arms and head around like a madman. Why am I writing about this now? Because I'm at work and I just popped a whopper of a THC bubble. God I'm stoned.
An article by Michael J. DeMaria over at networkcomputing.com.
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. "Little Bobby" was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. "Little Bobby" was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads.
I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts.
"Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?"
"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber.
That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -"
"Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -"
"What if I give you a blow job?"
Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure.
"Sure, okay."
"Ten credits, I'll even swallow."
"Deal."
My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. "Little Bobby" was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another.
"Um, could you please stop biting me?"
" I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far."
Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction.
"ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!"
Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out.
I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
I work as a research assisstant for a Psychology lab at a major university. Part of my duties includes running experiments on undergrads. I had just finished running this one experiment on a very attractive young lady. Just when I was moving to thank her for her participation and show her to the door, she interrupts. "Look, I hate to beg, but I really need some extra credit for psyc 101. If my final grade stinks as much as my current grade, my parents will cut off my allowance. Could you spot me a few extra participation points?" "I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to do that." What a pathetic grade-grubber. That's when the brat began sobbing and blubbering. "But I can't fail this class! I got straight A's in highschool! I'll be a disgrace! I -" "Well, I'm sorry but I can only award credit commensurate with the amount of time you give us. I -" "What if I give you a blow job?" Did she just say that? I'd better come up with a generic response if I didn't want to come off soundling like a big pervert in case she hadn't just tried to bribe me with oral pleasure. "Sure, okay." "Ten credits, I'll even swallow." "Deal." My remaining disbelief disappeared the minute she unzipped my trousers and opened wide. "Little Bobby" was having a thoroughly good time, at first. But then I got a little nibble, and then another. "Um, could you please stop biting me?" " I can't help it, my braces only allow me to open my mouth so far." Braces!?! This chick had braces? I guess The Castle Dental Center's advertised "invisible braces" really held true to their claim. Normally I would have avoided a metal-mouth right off the bat, but I'd been duped by The Castle. Common sense told me, begged me to abort immediately, but I've never been one to pull the pancakes off the griddle before they were done just because a cockroach had fallen into the batter. I was going to complete this transaction. "ooh! ow! ooooh! ow-OW! oooh! ow!" Five minutes later, the pancakes were done. My participant attempted to dismount, but something was wrong. My flesh was caught in her braces! I tried to work my pee-pee's way carefully and slowly out of her mouth, but she wouldn't hold still! Suddenly she jerked her head back and a flap of skin tore off. I screamed. She picked her teeth with her pinky nail, said, "Thanks for the credits!" cheerily and walked out. I lay on the floor in a fetal position, my member bleeding, for an hour or so until a scab had formed. I get my dick cut up on Miss Piranha's maw of death and she gets ten credits?!? But she didn't have the credits yet - I had to award them! I still had control of the situation! Oh sweet revenge! Negative one-hundred for you, bitch!
An article by Michael J. DeMaria over at networkcomputing.com.
I'm 23 years old and I live at home with my parents. Okay, so I'm a loser. Shut the fuck up. Last night I stuffed a towel under the door, spritzed apple-cinnamon Odor Absorber(TM) all over myself and smoked pot in my room. I accidentally smoked a little too much, though, because I got FUCKED THE FUCK UP. I only remember setting at my iMac, listening to music and flailing my arms and head around like a madman. Why am I writing about this now? Because I'm at work and I just popped a whopper of a THC bubble. God I'm stoned.
Samus gonna snap that brritch's ass in a bear trap!