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WHEN I WAS 17
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SOME FOOL ON A HIGH HORSE
When I was 17 years old, I got a hard on every time I walked past a fan. A mild breeze could induce a boner. Sitting behind a cute girl in home room could be pure torture. These days a woman dons sexy lingerie, purring and I’m like “Right now? But I just cracked open a beer.” I mean we wouldn’t want the beer to get too warm. Now if we can figure out a way to work drinking the beer into the foreplay then we might be onto something. . .
To drink beer
or get laid
that seems the question
we forever query
but never find answer
