[Look how right he was. Just what the doctor ordered, or would have ordered for. He takes his unoccupied hand and lifts it enough so he can spit into it. Now he'll swap hands, the slick of saliva always makes it feel better. Who knows if Freddy's cum has dried from last time. Even if it did, the man needs more to work with.
Where would the old man be? Fooling himself into thinking that each job is the last job. And he would still be a rambling man getting his jollies where he might knowing that it ain't safe to stay still too long. Creature of habit that he is, he'd have stay in LA until he grew tired of it. Who knows where he would be next, because he sure didn't.]
Rub one out for you before somebody forgets to knock and you get in trouble.
[Playing on the thought of whacking off, of acting like teenagers.]
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Where would the old man be? Fooling himself into thinking that each job is the last job. And he would still be a rambling man getting his jollies where he might knowing that it ain't safe to stay still too long. Creature of habit that he is, he'd have stay in LA until he grew tired of it. Who knows where he would be next, because he sure didn't.]
Rub one out for you before somebody forgets to knock and you get in trouble.
[Playing on the thought of whacking off, of acting like teenagers.]