Song of Songs, 8:6 - Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm; for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave. It burns like blazing fire, like a mighty flame
last night i told my mom i wanted pretzels really bad. i get home from school today and she has soft pretzels waiting for me on the counter. she’s not home right now, but someone is getting tacklehugged when they get home.
This year JULY has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays. This happens once every 823 years. This is called money bags. So Copy this to your status and money will arrive within 4 days. Based on Chinese Feng Shui, the one who does not copy, will be without money. Figured I'd pass this on!!
“Jesus, Jen… I thought I was crazy!” Misha threw his head back, laughing, grabbing his abdomen. He wiped the tears away when he looked at Jensen. “Oh.. Oh! You’re fucking serious?” Jensen nodded his head, winked his eyes, and grabbed Misha’s hand.
“If we took pictures.. No,” Jensen closed the door behind Misha. “If they found out and posted this, it’ll go viral. It’ll be insane!” He walked towards Misha, who walked backwards, hitting the couch, and finally leaning against the wooden desk.
“I thought you valued your privacy?” Misha gulped as Jensen’s hands went under his shirt, moving along his skin, it made him shiver and slightly moan. “Oh, God..” Jensen kissed Misha’s neck, his tongue making circular movements, and then leaving trails of kisses from his neck up to his jaw. Jensen’s hands went out Misha’s shirt to pull him closer to him, their crotches rubbing against each other.
“This… Is… One… Crazy…” Jensen was talking in between kisses. Misha’s hands ran through his hair crazily, his tongue playing with Jensen’s. Jensen pulled away, looking at Misha’s eyes. His eyes lusted for more, hungry for Misha had to offer. “Are you ready?”
HOLY HOMOEROTIC TAXACCOUNTANT PLEASE WRITE MORE OF THIS.
Well, a long time ago, I was sitting at home on the computer, and out of the corner of my eye I found this lamp thingy. It was kinda dirty so I decided to rub it. When I did, a genie came out and told me he would grant me three wishes. I was really hungry at the time, so I wished for any kind of food to appear in my kitchen anytime I wanted. It was amazing. Every time I would crave Chinese food, I would just have to open my cabinet, and there would be the most amazing meal. Anytime I wanted Italian, or Mexican, or even a popsicle, all I had to do was go into my kitchen. Eventually I got to the point where all of the food in my house was so good, I never ate anywhere else because nothing could compare to my magic food. It wasn’t a big problem at first, but eventually anytime I was invited over to a friend’s house or a restaurant, I couldn’t eat because the food tasted horrible to me. Eventually people started asking me what my problem was, and I didn’t know what to tell them. Should I let them know about the magical kitchen? Should I share this gift with them? Eventually I decided to tell a few people about the amazing magical food. Unfortunately since I made the wish for food to appear anytime I wanted, other people couldn’t just go up and get the food themselves. I had to be the one to make it appear and give it to them. Soon the word got out about my magic kitchen, and people were constantly showing up at my house to ask for food. At first I was happy to share, but day after day of people asking me to make them food got very annoying. People would come from miles away to taste the magical food. I started telling people no, but weeks of eating the magic food had made all other food inedible. Desperate for more food, the people started offering me money inreturn for their food. I initially said no, but the call of all of that money was too strong. People were paying me outrageous sums of money for this food. Eventually the people had given me everything of value. Drunk off of power, I told them that unless they could pay up, I wouldn’t give them anything more. They started harassing me everywhere I went. They would throw all of the food that they couldn’t eat at me. Eggs, tomatoes, cakes, apples, and even frozen turkeys. Those hurt like a bitch. One day they cornered me and I was afraif for my life, as they had apparently found a shipment of cans of soup to throw. Before any harm could come to me, I called for my genie and used my second wish to have the ability of teleportation. I thought about the Eiffel Tower and POOF, I was there. I spent the rest of the day zipping around the world. I went to Italy, Japan, Canada, Mexico, and Russia. Anytime I started feeling the pangs of hunger, I would pop back to my house to eat. Eventually the mob of people realized that I had to be just as dependent on the magic food as they were, and one day they broke into my house and were waiting for me. As soon as I teleported in, they grabbed for me. I teleported to the next room so I could listen in and sneak into the kitchen when I found an opportunity. I heard some weird noises, and then the house got quiet. I crept out to the hall and immediately smelled gasoline. They had doused my house in it, and as I ran to the kitchen the house exploded into flames. I teleported away to the first place I could think of. I opened my eyes and was at what used to be my favorite playground. I realized that I would eventually starve to death like the poor people I had abandoned, and so I knew what I had to do. I called my genie and told him I was ready to make my final wish. I wished that everything would go back to the way that it was before I found the lamp. Immediately I found myself back in my room, looking at the computer just as I was on that fateful day when I found the lamp. Nothing was different, except I had my internet browser open. I clicked to maximize it and there on my screen was gay porn. I liked what I saw because I’m gay. I’m gay because that’s the way my brain works. My brain works because I am alive. I’m alive because I used that last wish to make everything back to normal.