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Went out last night and met a super attractive 20-something. I was so down to slurp on his dong as soon as he grinned. And then he wouldn't stop asking about getting me a drink. I said no like a dozen times, but he still tried all the tricks guys and girls use to get me to drink like that was going to change my mind. When nothing works, they try to use shame to get me to drink. I was a guaranteed win for him. I would have done things to his cock he hasn't even thought of yet. Hell, I got a few years on his mom. I know a thing or two. Especially when it cums to dicks. Fuck me. Here I am. I'm ranting over a 20 yr old that pushed booze on me all night long. All I wanted to do was suck the cum out of his balls. That was it. He was too dumb to figure that out, and by the time he did…I was too pissed off to want to. So I'm cranky this morning. The only thing I wanted to feel sliding down my throat last night was a chunky, slimy, fresh load of sperm. Ding Dong was too busy trying to get me to do tequila shots when he could have had me doing shots of his jizz.

 So, I went home and had Scott rub one out while telling him he didn't feel like my boyfriend anymore. I was happy being just a sex toy for Bob and Paul. I had him empty his balls on my leg and then watched him eat his sperm. I rubbed one out, thinking about that after he left. So the night wasn't a complete bummer after all.

I was on a phone call listening to someone tell me about their prostate cancer situation. He was worried about the cost of treatment, not his health outcome. I asked him if they did chemotherapy for it. He said he wasn't sure. I said, "I hope not; that will be your most expensive haircut ever." He didn't think that was funny. He hung up shortly after that. Oops.

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