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I need to cut my nails before I masturbate.

They were painted so pretty I didn't want to cut them. And then I reached a point where I didn't want to stop. I am now walking strangely.
 
I used to be the maintenance guy at this upscale grocery store. I was in cleaning the bathroom - the mirror more specifically - when this extremely overweight individual walks up to the urinal behind me. The interesting part was that he was backing up to the urinal. He sat down on it, and began to take a shit. As soon as I realized this, I got out of there as quickly as i could. It was the end of my shift, so I punched out immediately, leaving it for my buddy who was just relieving me.
 
One night when my grandma was taking me and my brother home when we were kids, a gaggle of geese that lived nearby were blocking the road. I told my grandma that I would take of it and hopped out of the car. I ran toward the lead goose swinging my arms in a circle and yelling. The goose just watched me approach and right when I got up close it clamped on to my wiener right through my shorts. The pain was so intense I started screaming and swinging my arms toward its neck until it let go about five seconds later.



I walked back to the car humiliated. My grandma asked what happened and I replied, "The goose bit my wiener." My grandma started chuckling and was trying to hide it but she couldn't help herself.



My wiener was bright red for two days.