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	<title>Comments on: 125: Filling Time</title>
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		<title>By: pedestrian</title>
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		<description>Sorry but I sort of vaguely remember myself at Ian&#039;s age, with a rather permanent hardon, ALL the time! 

Considering the few offers I received. Paging Master Clueless, phone call for Mr. Oblivious. Two weeks later and a few hundred miles of distance, all of a sudden I would stop, slap my forehead and exclaim. &quot;OH Shit! That&#039;s what She meant. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

I am damn well certain I never, voluntarily, on my smarter days, delayed my gratification.&lt;p class=&quot;top-comments&quot;&gt;Current score: &lt;span class=&quot;top-comments-karma&quot; id=&quot;karma-19536&quot;&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;small&gt;(to vote for this comment, please visit the site)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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<p>Considering the few offers I received. Paging Master Clueless, phone call for Mr. Oblivious. Two weeks later and a few hundred miles of distance, all of a sudden I would stop, slap my forehead and exclaim. &#8220;OH Shit! That&#8217;s what She meant. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!</p>
<p>I am damn well certain I never, voluntarily, on my smarter days, delayed my gratification.
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