I started laughing. "That doesn't mean anything, man."
One hand holding his weiner, the other hand going to my shoulder, he said "Just take as long as you have to."
I said "It might take a little longer with you doing that."
We shared a laugh, he finished up, walked out the door. Immediately, I started lettin' 'er rip. As I sculpted my ice sculpture I had a horrible thought.
He didn't wash his hands, which meant that the shit from previous bathroom sessions was most likely on his hands, which was most likely now on my shoulder.
You ever get advice that you never asked for in the first place? And then actually get sick because of it in the end?
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