is this weird?

I keep in touch with my first blowjob. see, when my dad was going through open heart surgery last year, I needed a distraction, so I googled him and donchya know, I found him and decided to send a missive.

dear l:



how are you? you probably don't remember me. I gave you my first blowjob. anyway, just wanted to say hi and see how you were doing.

hope all is well,


katie
he emailed me back a week later and we've kept in touch ever since. he seriously had no recollection. then again, he became a bit of a crack addict. aww, god love him.



don't you bitches be sittin' in judgment of this heebalish. he was a nice jewish boy who went awry. it happens to the best of us.

he invited me to his bbq. I can't attend because I live out of state. is that weird? that he invited me, I mean? he wants a repeat bj to jog his memory. what am I? new. crackeena please.

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Mountjoy said…
I gotta say Katie, the fact that you proffered the information on your oral history in your "It's been a long time..." email, really has set the scene that you were only remaking contact because you were looking to repeat the act, and get a report card on how much you have improved.

Go ahead, do him. Then not only will he be your first BJ, he'll be your last, too!
9:57 PM
Anonymous said…
Hil-fucking-arious. He's lying, he remembers the bj you gave him, we remember all the bj's we get.
10:36 PM
Mountjoy said…
The good Dr is right. I remember both of mine.
But as for the one's I gave, I stopped counting after 37...
12:39 AM
Writeprocrastinator said…
The "amnesia angle!" Jeez, why didn't I think of that?!

Ohhhhhh, Goooodddddddd!...Nope, I still can't quite remember. I think I'll need yet another refresher in about two minutes, please.
7:45 AM
Anonymous said…
What's a blowjob?
Something to do with an automobile?
8:19 AM
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