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the good girl’s life is just so…good. is it bad that i don’t really want it?
le sigh!
pee ess: smiley mcheadband? ell OH ell!
1. That’s some crazy search term.
I like what you wrote about Jesus. If God is everywhere, I’m 100% certain he’s not concerned about sex or the fact that we masturbate.
You know how in some churches (mostly Protestant, I’ve never heard of this happening in Catholic churches) the pastor will invite members of the congregation to stand up and talk about how God has blessed them that week?
I’ve fantasized about getting up and saying something like “well, yesterday I’m grateful to God that I was able to masturbate three times without passing out. And that I hit the target on the wall every time.” And then sit down.
