stoking the embers of procrastination
we were distinctly told not to sit like that when in convent school. something to do with the holy spirit going up our coochies or something.
dunno if it's the 'coochies' or 'convent' but that just made me laugh real hard. let me wipe off my monitor.and it kills me that i noticed but his balls were hanging inordinately low.
it appears to me that he's quite comfortable. i guess once you reach a certain age where the exploits of sexual intercourse don't satisfy, having stuff fly up your cooch is the best you can ask for.oh, that and heroin.
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