Last night, I had a dream about masturbating. I didn't do it though.
This was after I explained to Anne Frank why boys masturbate so much. She just didn't get it, but neither do I. Why do we masturbate (notice how I'm not saying "jackin' it," let's have some maturity, please) so much? Does it make us happy or addicts?
DAY THREE.
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