Well, the big five-oh has now come and gone for me, with nary a blow job in sight (not counting porn, of course). Is there any hope at all? A few years ago, I figured if I didn’t get one by the time I turned 50, it just wasn’t gonna happen. I realize, of course, that anything actually could happen, but considering my track record I’ve had precious little reason for optimism in this particular department, so it seems more true than ever.
On the other hand, Christmas approaches — and that brings to mind a philosophical question. Legend has it that Santa Claus can tell if we’ve been naughty or nice, and that he brings nothing, or something undesirable (such as a lump of coal), to those who have been naughty. Does that mean he would automatically refuse to honor a wish for the opportunity to be naughty with somebody?
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