My schlong and my balls.
Once upon a time this morning, I made some hot coffee.
And while I was reading the newspaper, I knocked over the cup of hot coffee, and the hot coffee spilled over the table, and a hot stream of hot coffee poured down. My pair of boxers was wet with hot coffee. I looked at the toppled cup of hot coffee for a moment, investigating how I knocked the cup of hot coffee when I was just reading the newspaper.
Then I felt something.
The hot coffee seeped inside and burned my schlong and my balls. I cried out loud and ran to the toilet, pulling the boxers away from my schlong because the hot temperature of the hot coffee was driving me nuts. I wondered then: how can Japanese men withstand those public hot water baths? Oh, maybe because it’s not a hot coffee bath. d:
The end.
rowlandanthony
Recently turned 19, I am an International Baccalaureate slave, a Roman Catholic, now of legal age to vote, to drink alcohol, to drive, to marry, to smoke, and to f*** around. I am manufactured in the Philippines but currently utilized in Singapore. I am the thick-skinned, ingrate bastard who dumped the Government in exchange for a $100,000 two-year private scholarship. Most people in the Philippines call me Row, as a result of a passed down genetic trait that triggers laziness. Actually, my nickname is Anju, which I am really really not so fond of. But I am fortunate enough not to suffer from the ubiquitous Filipino frenzy of naming nicknames with letter 'h's sandwiched between other letters, e.g. Jhong, Jhing, Bhong, or Bhing, and from the usual repetition of the same syllables - usually created by the whole extended family giggling in delight as one utters his or her baby cry while shitting unconsciously and secretively on the lampin, inside the duyan - resulting in stuttering names like Ton-ton, Ping-Ping, Bam-bam, Ging-ging and Don-don.
I am currently having the time of my life.
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