Neither of us recognized the symbols. I suggested leaving itbehind; it could be a bomb! Stan wanted to keep it and try and figureout what the writin... on it was.The box was light and he carried it with ease. I was nervous about thething; there could be anything in there! Stan was not impressed orconcerned, just very very curious. After smoking a few more tokes on ourjoint we went our separate ways.It had been a few days since the walk, and I had completely forgottenabout the box and largely. My depression and social issues have left me with no choice. I’m sick of masturbation and paying for sex. As an adult I have these feelings. Its very stressful and makes my depression worst to the point were I think about suicide. I am a man and I have sexual needs and these needs need to be fulfilled even if that means doing what I just said. I want a beautiful female anywhere from age 16-40. I prefer older woman but someone younger may be easier. I say that because maybe someone young I can. My vote for this year’s Darwin Award!✧ ✧ ✧GOOGLE Pizza (phone order conversation)Hello! Is this Gordon’s Pizza?No sir – it’s Google Pizza.I must have dialed a wrong number. Sorry.No sir – Google bought Gordon’s Pizza last month.OK. I would like to order a pizza.Do you want your usual, sir?My usual – you know me?According to our caller ID data sheet, the last 12 times you called you ordered an extra-large pizza with three cheeses – sausage – pepperoni – mushrooms and meatballs on a thick. Her outburst caught him off-guard, but only slightly. Not wanting to hurther, he licked his fingers and quickly rubbed them all around his cock,spreading his saliva and his precum along his hard shaft. Sensing whatDanielle wanted, he placed the head of his cock at the entrance to herpulsing asshole and grabbed her hair, shoving all seven inches in onethrust.She screamed. She screamed in a combination of passion, pain andpleasure. "Yes! Give it to me!" she yelled."Oh, you fucking...hot slut," he.