Let it never be said that I am not willing to go the extra mile. It is 7:00 am. I am at work. I am not “on the clock”. I am adding the finishing touches to t-shirts that Tom and I will be wearing to the river today. I got up at 6:00 am on the first day of a long weekend off to make sure that our novelty clothing was finished to perfection. Yesterday, I delivered my finest work yet. Friends who are renovating their house keep finding girly mags and hand-drawn porn in the ceiling and walls. The teen boys who shared the basement room were, apparently, horny little imps, but not great artists. The drawings were so awful, in fact, that I couldn’t resist putting one of them on a t-shirt. I present to you Pleasure.
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