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Happiness is making blueberry flap jacks

  • Happiness is making blueberry flap jacks on a Sunday morning.
  • On a Monday morning, Happiness is waking up sober and beating traffic.
  • 'Course here I sat at a standstill on I-95, still feeling a little tipsy from last night's beer pong tournament at Bob's house. (Sigh...burp) I would be late for work again, but
  • it will be worth it. I finally scored with Trevor from the marketing department. Who knew they could look like THAT in marketing. My mind wanders to the wondrous possibilities of
  • synergies with other Trevors in other departments. Scoring with Trevor in Sales involved a lot of talking about Trevor in Sales. When I scored with Trevor from R&D, he dismantled m
  • y bra with hand. Trevor from R&D had a lot of exploratative sex play that was great. But when we broke up, I was sex-light years ahead of all the other guys. Dating was impossible.
  • I hadn't had the foresight to plan for this or I would have kept my hands on some of Trevor's sex gadgets. That was the only thing remotely like being like Trevor. No mere man coul
  • D play video games like Trevor. He scored big in Pokemon go whilst everyone played it. He got the big ones while fishing or walking in the park. His cousin was insanely jealous.
  • So late one night Trevor's jealous cousin dressed as a ghost and wafted about in Trevor's yard, trying to get his attention long enough to give him a heart attack.
  • Trevor got on his knees, voice quivering:"Aunt Harriet, is that you? You found out! Yes, I switched your baby in the nursery with that of a whore." Thump!"Ha! Who's dead now, cuz?"

2 Comments

  1. lucielucie Feb 06 2018 @ 08:36

    More Trevors... http://foldingstory.com/jru96/

  2. Woab Feb 28 2018 @ 13:40

    Delerium Trevors?

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