There i am, scootering about my house while my sister rants about how this condom she found needs to be hidden before mom comes home.
"It's Probably Adams-" I muched. Chewing peices of peanutbutter toast.
"Gross." she says.
"Give it to me," I say, holding my hand out. "it's better I have it then him."
So she hands it to me, and there I am. All peanutbuttery, and holding a condom ALL while riding a scooter. I should join a circus, right? anyways, long story short and the condom ends up getting used. afterall, isn't that every condoms dream? To be used? To be streched by a stiff Dillan?
It was gross.
Yuck, I think, looking down at my penis. It looks like it's packaged and ready for heavy handling. Like it's being shipped off and sold somewhere far away. Condoms suck, and I'm over peanutbutter.
Besides, who knows? Maybe It will be sold somewhere far away, *winkwink*
With an open heart, and an Empty Stomach,
RunningInCircles
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