.."I don't need to write that down, I'll remember it."Wouldn't it be great if we could put ourselves in the dryer for ten minutes; come out wrinkle-fr...e and three sizes smaller!Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators. We haven't met yet!I don't trip over things, I do random gravity checks!I don't need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off!Old age is coming at a really bad time!Lord grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change. Thats why eventually I gave up my plastic pussies, I felt they made me cling to dreams of penetration with my little baby penis. I loved putting my penis in those fake pussies, it didn't matter if i did not give them orgasm. I realize now that I should give up putting my little penis into things, it just gets soft, slips out, cum prematurely, and never gives woman pleasure. I instead should focus on rubbing my little tiny pee pee like a clitoris. My last girlfriend often called my little penis. "I see you've met your new trainer, Mr. Sybian," Mr. Henderson said from his office. "Why don't you wheel him in here and I'll let you two get acquainted."In a state of numb shock, I wheeled it into the office, careful to conceal it as best I could from the other office workers. Whatever Mr. Henderson had on his mind, well, he could just forget it. This was clearly over the line and I told him so."Mr. Henderson," I said. "I don't know what you expect, but I mean, Mr. Schmidt is technically. In her haste to accept the match, thinking of what she could do with that amount of money, she did not pay attention to the special stipulations of the match. A few days later a package arrived at her house. In it was the smallest bikini she had ever seen, it was a white thong, with a small triangle in the front, on it was a bulls eye. The matching top was two small triangles that would barely be able to contain her sexy firm breasts. It too had a matching set of bulls eyes on each triangle..