Hi, my name's Brooklyn Jeff from the BK broiler.

I'm here not because the mediocre guys asked me to be or something as trifling as the outcome of a football game.

I'm here because I need to get something off my chest in the hopes that someone out

there in mediocre nation can help me. I mean I could say the obvious I'd admit that

Eric and Taylor make me so hot that it's comparable to taking

by Agra and as a matter of fact I've envisioned messy threisms with the

both of them so I could pleasure my girlfriend enough to not make her

suspect my infatuation with these bearish men, but that's not what I'm here for.

I'm not here to say that Eric gives me such a mass of erection that I can't go into a public space for hours on end, or the boner that I get from Taylor's

sweet scarf-laden ass is a nut that I've gotten kicked out of more convenience stores and fast food

joints than I can count for having to run to the bathroom and ferociously masturbate myself into a

self-induced coma of erotic dreams involving Eric Taylor and several shaved circus apes parading

around mechanical sex toys and bats of lubricant

liberally spearing it on my genitals.

It's a teacup who will gently licks my anus.

That's not what I'm here for at all.

I won't go into detail about how my girlfriend kicked me out of the house for a week because I called her Eric while I was doing her doggy style while listening to the mediocre show.

Or how the next week after she let me back in, I called her Taylor while she had me pinned down and was going at my back door with an enormous strap on.

And if you're listening to this baby, I'm still sorry.

I know that the mediocre boys would caused a giant rift in our relationship, but I know we can work this out.

If you'll just let me call you Eric or Taylor at least once a week, I'm sure I'll be okay.

But anyway, let's move on. Taylor at least once a week, I'm sure I'll be okay.

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