January 24, 2006

Each morning I awake at ungodly hours to perform the following three exciting tasks: put on pants, boil eggs, and work on technical documentation. The job started on Monday, and since then they’ve kept me content by addicting me to dangerous substances like meetings and free coffee.

If they make room in the budget for a beer tap near the coffee machine, I might even break out in a little happy dance.

But regardless, I’m happy. Especially since I can now afford to buy my own underwear. In fact, I did so earlier today. They’re pretty cute (in a manly way), so I instinctively proceeded to rub my cock all over them as soon as I got home. Because pictures never lie, here’s how good it feels inside my underwear:

(By contrast, this is how good it feels inside Laura’s underwear).