“My dick is pierced,” West interrupted loudly. His dick was… what? I choked on my sandwich, coughing hard. I slid off the fence as I sputtered and tried to regain my composure. My brain struggled to wrap around the words he’d just said. Maybe I’d heard him wrong? That had to be it. “I’m sorry, what?” I rasped when I had just enough of a voice to say something. “My dick is pierced,” he repeated. The way he said it was as if it was the most casual information to give. “I want to get on a horse, but I’d like to keep my dick where it is. I’m still figuring out the risk of ripping out a barbell.”
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