Finally, I'm done, baby! The weight in my heart was lifted.
He wanted to mention another girl who was even weirder than Baby. However, all these weird girls make me exhausted! If he couldn't beat them, he would basically be the one being played.
To lighten the mood, I changed my mind. What I'm going to talk about next is a case of a counterattack! Or rather, it was a case of poaching.
As this happened in recent years, I didn't want to say it at first, afraid that my friend and my wife would see it. Because I've been hiding this from her!
However, in order to let the vast number of losers see and feel good. Therefore, he hardened his heart and told her about this case. Please rest assured, there will definitely be some points! This was because she was a classic loser goddess.
Of course, he was definitely a loser! Without a good father, he would have to work hard all day long. Although he has a beautiful wife, you know that delicate flowers need RMB to support them. A month of hard work is not enough for his wife to spend on Taobao. A few days ago, I looked at my spending on Taobao for the past ten years. I didn't know if I didn't look at it, but I was shocked. 460,000!
F * ck! It seemed that they were not far from VIP6.
As the saying goes, as long as the hoe dance is good, there is no corner that cannot be dug up!
It is no exaggeration to say that I have always been a very upright man. Very upright! When he used it, he hit the Yin nucleus directly and hit the bullseye.
I can guarantee that if there was a voice recorder in the woman's stomach, every time I moved in and out, the voice recorder would definitely announce: Ten rings! That was awesome! Ten rings! That was great…
Those gay friends who had their dick tilted 45 degrees to the right and looked down at the ground because they had been doing too much, kneel and lick it!
Because of my integrity, I have always disdained poaching people.
I have always believed in one thing: Women! There were plenty of them. His friend's wife! Of course, he wouldn't stand on ceremony…Err, I'm wrong, she's a friend's wife, you can't bully her! He couldn't be bullied!
I've always believed that the wife of a man who has sex with another's wife will be raped. So…you know.
However, there was also a saying that the so-called loyalty was only because there were not enough chips for betrayal. What if one day, there was an overflow of semen? Wrong again, it was when the chips were full. Then she was definitely a friend's wife who was bullying her to death.
Hmm? I think I heard someone say 'hehe'…
Then let's enter today's theme amidst this happy laughter: Joy in the abyss, love in the bottomless pit!
This story also has to involve a good friend of mine. The one who was poached! Since this person appeared quite frequently in the article, he couldn't be casually addressed as passerby A and B or Mr. A and Mr. B.
In order to respect him and restore the truth of the matter, I have decided to give him a name. Just call him Mr. C!
What about this C! He was my primary school middle school deskmate classmate. Therefore, he graduated from a top university with excellent results.
After graduation, he lived up to everyone's expectations. He was working in a very outstanding company. Everyone was envious. Of course, we are also envious of his family background. There were quite a few houses at home. Every time we mentioned him, we would curse in our hearts: F * ck, f * ck, f * ck! Why was the heavens so unfair?
But in reality, the heavens were very fair.
Although C had such a powerful background, he was unusually reserved. So be it! He kept a low profile. He blushed when he saw girls. He couldn't even say a word.
Many people don't understand, but I know the reason.
Actually, when he was in junior high school, I discovered a huge secret about him.
He remembered that there was once when the teacher was late for class in junior high school. There was only a ten-minute break after class, but the teacher dragged it out for eight minutes. In other words, we only have two minutes to go to the toilet.
As soon as the class ended, our whole class rushed to the toilet in a hubbub. Everyone knew that boys were more casual when they went to the toilet. At that time, there were no high-end individual urinal for men. They just dug a long pit in the corner of the wall, filled it with cement, and made a step. A standard five-star luxury urinal was completed just like that.
I still remember that urinal! Because you would never be able to imagine what would be in the urinal today. In other words, something different would appear inside every day.
The more common type was sh * t. But now that I think about it, it's very difficult to pull a pile of sh * t into such a pit. Because you had to butt against the wall. The walls are the ones we peed on day and night, and spiral green algae have grown on them. Who would have the willpower to carry that thing and shit in the urinal?
Sometimes, glutinous rice, meat buns, and so on would appear in the urinal. What made us happier were sanitary pads, or…bloody sanitary pads. Eh! It was a little heavy. Forget it! Anyway, when we urinate, we're usually happy to point our guns at these strange things. He shot them into pieces.
The long urinal is also a place for us boys to compare ourselves and cultivate our vanity. It's like a group of boys peeing side by side, and boys like us hang our penises outside like a water pipe. That was definitely an expression that said that he was going to explode! I can pee as long as I want. I didn't put it away after I peed. I just stood there and let it dry. I'm proud of my big d * ck!
If a man's penis wasn't even as long as his pinky, he would be too embarrassed to pee. And we usually look at each other and comment when we pee. Praise the big chicken, laugh at the little bird.
Back to the main topic, the break that day was really tense. I didn't know what had delayed me. It was only when the bell rang that I remembered that there was still a warm urine in my bladder. He hurriedly rushed to the toilet! After reaching the urinal, he quickly solved the problem and was about to return to the classroom. Suddenly, she saw Mr. C sneaking toward the toilet in the private room.
Basically, we never go to the urinal to pee. Because the urinal was never flushed, the smell inside was comparable to the poisonous gas in the Japanese biochemical experiments. Unless he had a stomachache, he would go and vent.
I thought Mr. C was going to shit! She did not expect him to stand there and pee. She didn't think too much about it at the moment. She just felt that he might feel that her penis was too small and was too embarrassed to go to the urinal.
We were deskmates back then! So I shouted at him,"Hey! CC, hurry up. Let's go back together. I have a companion." When C Mr. heard this, his face immediately turned ashen. "No need, no need. You can go back first!”
I was surprised." What? Let's go together! Hurry up."
Seeing me like this, Mr. C was stunned and his expression was extremely ugly.
I was even more curious. I walked over to him and stood beside him!
Mr. C finally said awkwardly," You should leave! If you don't leave, I can't pee."
When I heard this, I immediately became interested. There were actually people in the world who were afraid of being seen peeing? Could it be that what he peed on wasn't urine but flames?
"Impossible! I want to see you pee." I'm not convinced.
So, just like that, I looked at him. His face was red, but he didn't pee at all. In the end, he put on his pants angrily and ran back to the classroom.
Since then, I have been suspecting that there must be some unknown problem with Mr. C's urological system. And from the fact that he was cut off from girls later on. Presumably, there really was some relationship between the two.
Actually, Mr. C is very handsome. He is 188 centimeters tall. The beauties in this dimension could be chosen at will.
However, I heard from Mr. C that he never held hands with a girl in his four years in university. What kind of weirdo was this? The degree of strangeness was almost no less than a peerless beauty running naked in the middle of the night on a small road, asking for help from everyone, but no one was interested.
After graduating, she was still single. In recent years, he was already nearing his thirties, but he was still alone. His parents were worried sick. One after another, they introduced him to girls, many of whom were of equal social status or were pretty.
However, Mr. C was not interested at all. His parents had given him an ultimatum to get married at the end of the year. Otherwise, they would expel him from the family for being unfilial.
I also asked C. I said that there were so many girls, but why didn't he like any of them!
However, Mr. C's answer was,"I'd rather not have any." He wanted to find a girl who could make his heart race at first sight. I couldn't help but shake my head after listening. "How old are you? You still think you're seventeen! His heart was still beating? Even if I were to see a top-grade girl standing naked in front of me, my heart wouldn't beat. At most, he can do J-jumps."
Mr. C only looked down on me.
The days passed peacefully.
Usually, we call C Mr. on erotic occasions. Occasionally, there would be a girl who was drunk, and we would try our best to push him over. We wanted to let him lose his virginity and see the beauty of the girls. Perhaps it would change his unchanging thoughts.
However, every time he failed, Mr. C remained chaste.
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