I am now retiring to the men's room so I can jerk off while I fantasize about a life that doesn't so closely resemble Hell. I'll be back in a minute.

Marriage is the death of hope.

I'm back!

Marriage is the death of hope.

I hope you washed your hands?


London Bye Ta-Ta...

Was it a long way to the mens room?

There was only a drop of soap left, it was enough for my hands but not for my black pullover.

Marriage is the death of hope.

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but not for my black pullover.

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You've lost me


London Bye Ta-Ta...

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Was it a long way to the mens room?

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I know it took me 18 minutes, but I had to do it very quietly so that people at the urinals do not hear me. I'm careful now, because sometimes I'm the one at the urinal and I hear people breathing loudly in the closet. I can also hear their foreskin clapping.

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I can also hear their foreskin clapping.

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Well assuming they aren't two-fisting it, that's one Zen question answered.

Any enlightenment you can offer about falling trees would be appreciated.

Hop fences, jump over benches
When you see me coming get the fuck out the entrance

I shouldn't have asked really, should I?

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Marriage is the death of hope.