Boymeat (boymeat) wrote,

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Injury, meet insult. Insult, meet injury.

To add to my overwhelmingly positive life, apparently everything I have done at work for the past week and a half while my boss was away was poorly managed (by moi), poorly executed (by moi), and just plain wrong.

I've spent the past 2 hours getting my ass reamed harder and deeper than any Chelsea Boy could pretend to offer.

Hi hole, I'd like to climb into you now, thanks.

If I go into hiding, now you all know why.

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