Twenty-two is just such a random age. It’s a little blah.




(No Ratings Yet)Look up, always. Look back, never.




(No Ratings Yet)Expired condoms are like nuclear waste: there’s nothing sensible you can do with it.




(No Ratings Yet)I’d never name my kid Mark, for fear he’d be a target—a mark.




(No Ratings Yet)Let my hand be a blanket for my penis.




(No Ratings Yet)Love is like a cookie. Maybe I should have ordered crackers with my condom soup.




(No Ratings Yet)I would rather be strong at heart than strong at mind




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