High Society
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tubularbills |
So i'm back from my trip in chicago. and i'm going through all my mail, and i notice there's a magazine in a sealed gray envelope.
the name on the envelope is not mine, and the address is not either. however, the address is soo completely wrong, it doesn't make any sense. how it ended up in my mailbox, i have no clue. like the address doesn't even exist.
so i'm looking at it, and stamped on the side is "High Society" and i'm thinking, "well...someone's all high and mighty w/ themselves".
so i'm like, it, and opened it, because i was curious as to what this magazine was about. and low and behold....
it's pr0no!! i felt sooooo stupid, and i started giggling and laughing so hard, because it's not like your normal playboy or penthouse, it's a little more....detailed (and involves a lot more than just women...sitting there....)
**awkward** |
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medinaM5 |
time for some fapularbills |
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mezzir |
picture of w/e 'details' you're alluding to or stfu :wtf: |
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Bidor |
i guess that made your day.. :gsmile: |
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Frenchie |
Awww!
Now some lawyer who is thinking of cheating on his wife and needs fap material while he's at work won't have any. |
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tubularbills |
lol@fapularbills |
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tubularbills |
apparently so.
sucks to be Scott Thomas. lol |
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tubularbills |
ok, so how awkward would this have been....
if i tried to find who this guy was...like if the street address did exist...
i mean, how would you feel, if you got a knock on your door and it was some dumbass saying, "HI! your magazine accidentally got mailed to me, not you!"
and you *knew* what that mag was...but the person delivering it didn't...
or the other way around....delivering it to him...and it's like some dirty old fat man wearing nothing but briefs or something awkward like that.
ugh. |
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