hand, as though to say, "Brother, if you don't
want it, I'll take it," but it's my cock, and I ain't
giving it away without at least another, better
cock in return. I stand at the urinal for hours,
waiting for other players. When they come, nobody
looks at anybody else. Maybe they don't
want to give away the value of their cocks.
I wish the Muzak would stop so we'd know who won.
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