Guilt
I ate lunch downstairs, and there were crowds around the tvs in the cafeteria showing CNN. I came upstairs, started to settle in to my desk, when I remembered I had truffles in my bag for desert! I was bouncing and happy...until I remembered we're at war. Suddenly I felt a wave of guilt, knowing thousands of people are about to die, that my friends-coworkers-fellow guys who live around here are off in some desert fighting for something they may or may not agree with. Here I am worried about my goddamn candy while other people face uncertainty, adversity, and death. Dark chocolate surrounding a white creamy mint center from Lindor.
They just found the flight data recorded from the destroyed shuttle, speaking of the news actually starting to get me down.
Whenever I finally drop my load, I'm really going to feel guilty about masturbating underneath this desk at work.
They just found the flight data recorded from the destroyed shuttle, speaking of the news actually starting to get me down.
Whenever I finally drop my load, I'm really going to feel guilty about masturbating underneath this desk at work.
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so does that make it more special or less?
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For Vicar...
Now would be a great time to share one of his more embarrassing habits of waking me at 5 AM with chocolate breath to share his joy that he had Godiva for breakfast. The he would come back and tell me the count as he ate each piece. Annoying at 5 AM but cute all the same.
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that would give him extra incentive to learn to lean over and lick!
--kelowna
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working on thee flexabilitee.
--kelowna
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