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Last night at the International House of Pancakes up on Janzen Beach. You were sitting in a booth and I at the bar. Just my type, you looked like a califonia casual Damon Wayans. The waitress was just bringging the food to the table for you and the guy you were with (boytoy?) just as I was being seated. Rooty Tootie Fresh and Fruity with a side of link sausage for the both of you. I took it as a sign. After fininshing your third cup ( that I saw) of decaf coffee, you made your way to the restrooms. I knew it may be my only chance, so I followed. I took the stall next to you and we both started at the same time! I said somethjng about the water being cold today, and you not missing a beat replied “deep too.” How funny is that? You were done and zipped before I could even get one foot tap down. By the time I finished up (3 tall glasses of OJ) and returned to the dining room, you had already gone. I cant stop thinking about it, the sound so clear in my head. The sheer force behind that pee stream and the girth of what must have housed it. I must meet you again.
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