 Growing up, my mother watched football and cleaned while my father watched Star Trek and cooked. I acquired one hobby from each- watching football and cooking. My mother has been a commissioner of a football pool for more than 15 years. The pool works like this: each week everyone picks the teams they think . . . → Read More: Fantasy Football- Not Your Average Fantasy
There are three types of girls I don’t trust: girls who are horny yet don’t have sex, girls who believe in pinky swears, and girls who say Snoop Dogg’s “Ain’t No Fun” is “their song.” If a guy suggested that a single line in that song were true about them or ought to . . . → Read More: The Virgin  I nodded when my co-worker Jason asked me if I was into partying. “Well, a rave is pretty much the same thing, except with more house music and none of that trendy shit you hear everywhere else,” he explained to me while waiting for his noodles to cool down. Jason was one of the only other high school kids at my job, so we’d become good friends by default. I nodded again to indicate my agreement. “Tony and I are going to one this Saturday night. You should come,” he suggested as he twirled a string of noodles around his plastic fork. I finished my vending machine granola bar and said I was in. I had a boss named Harry. My first conversation with him was about how he had lived in a dozen countries and was planning his retirement in Costa Rica and was building his dream house where he would finish his days recollecting the many wonderful memories of the past. This conversation drilled itself into . . . → Read More: Location Independence Lifestyle Deezy Productions Presents: “Friday Night” <—- Listen Here Who doesn’t like music? I workout to music. I wash my dishes to music. I get my dick sucked to music. The genre of music will change depending on what chore I’m accomplishing. I can assure you almost everything I do is accompanied with . . . → Read More: “Friday Night” My First Rap/Music Video My name is Danielle and I turned 27 two days ago. So far, I am much enjoying this age. My back creaked a little yesterday while exiting my vehicle after a long commute; however, I won’t attribute the pain to age, I will instead blame the slouch I adorned the entire ride while listening . . . → Read More: Mildly Young at Heart
Beating the Line The bathroom situation in the teacher’s lounge consisted of adjacent men’s and women’s rooms. I’m pretty sure the decision to make them sex-discriminatory was made by either a gay man or a tidy woman. While the majority of women may have liked this idea, the men secretly disagreed with it. . . . → Read More: Stories From Work Our Thursday is approaching her two year birthday! Or is it three? Not important… Since her inception she has been screaming passionately and loudly as her growing pains shape and define her. Two years ago I didn’t even know if she was a she or a he but it’s all too apparent now as she slides her silky smooth hands all over our bodies. I must thank the authors for her blossoming identity as it is their tireless efforts and unique personalities that have caressed her buxom bossom to heave ever grandeur. And to that end I would like to introduce three new “stimulators” of her, Our Thursday. I never had any attractive teachers during my school years. My third grade teacher Mrs. Holden doesn’t count. I don’t even think I got boners back then. But I would imagine that if I did have a hot young teacher in high school, I’d probably have felt an urge to fuck her. I . . . → Read More: Broken Dreams Howdy all. My name is Dave Glenn. This is officially my first post on Our Thursday. I hope you enjoy my stories… This happened about seven years ago right before I started grad school, and I still remember it like it was last night. I haven’t told anyone this story yet—at least not all . . . → Read More: The Lost Night |
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