On the way back from a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, I stopped at a phone store to play with an iPhone that was on display in the window. I tried it out a bit, surfing to sites with the idea that I’d leave it with a penis picture on the screen, but I noticed that the e-mail icon showed 43 new messages. I clicked it to discover the inbox of someone who had logged in and hadn’t logged out. So if anyone is interested, someone named Terry is holding a dick measuring party in Toronto this winter. If you’re not a bear (BMI below 25 required!) and you have a freakishly large penis, send an e-mail to size_survey9@hotmail.com. It’s at the Cambridge Suites!

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Closer to home, still on the way back from my appointment, I spotted a cute little guy with a shaved head and a bushy goatee walking down Church street ahead of me. Stopping at the corner of Isabella waiting for the light to change, he looked at me and exclaimed in a gritty voice, “Ah…. bear!” pronouncing it more like beer than bear. I smiled at him, and he asked me how I was doing. When I told him I was doing well, he asked me if I was horny. We ended up going back to his place where I sucked him off. He would have qualified for that party.