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Missionary, doggy, whatever, I’m down.
Who the hell would call a penis Harvey?”
“Think you’re funny, don’t you?” Grinning, I roll my window down. “I’m very amused by me.”
He really must’ve screwed up this time. She was screaming something about crabs, though. That’s not something you just forgive.
At that moment, Trey, another guy who lives in Frat Hell, appears wearing a pink baby bib and carrying a yellow toddler’s sippy cup.
“This is Wyatt,” Noble says to Trey. “He’s here with Cass. Wyatt, this is Trey, who spilled his beer in the middle of the living room rug and now has to drink like a toddler.”
Masturbation is Murder. Every sperm counts!
Hugs not Butt Plugs!
Dildos are a Dil-don’t.
Fappy the anti-masturbation dino says hands off!
A scream of “Real men don’t fuck plastic cooter!”
“The poison ivy leaves from my backyard may have found their way into a bucket of water and soaked overnight.”
Ok. This scene alone makes me excited for his book
“You asked for it, baby. I’m always a second away from fucking you. Anytime and anywhere you want it.”
“It doesn’t matter what you’re looking for. That’s not how it works. When something good falls into my path, I don’t veer around it.” Is he saying what I
“Dude, you drew a face on his dick.” “You mean he drew a dick on his face,” I giggle. “No…I don’t.”
“I’m not that easy to get rid of, Wyatt. I will expect a nice, long date with your tongue tonight, though.”
I needed at least SOME grovel. She was violated (her home at least) and he didn’t even talk to her about it. So shit.
