Addison Bryant Sex Dating ❤️❤️❤️

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Last week, this dude’s yammerin’ at my bar—met a chick online, thought he’s gettin’ laid. She shows up, brings her MOM. Her MOM! I laughed so hard I spilled whiskey. Poor bastard’s sittin’ there, red-faced, while I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, pal, you ain’t slick!” Sex-dating’s a gamble—sometimes ya win, mostly ya lose. Gets me mad, tho—why all the games? Just say ya wanna bang, quit the poetry!

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Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

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