w4m: Hi. I accidentally walked into the Starbucks men's restroom yesterday. It was at the
Carol (717) 682-50–
p.s. #5, you're flying standby.
Hello. Carol?
Hey, I’m good. My name’s Gregory. I noticed your missed connection and thought I’d give you a call.
Well, that’s what I was wondering about—were you counting from the front or the back?
What I mean is, do the numbers for the urinals start at the one closest to the stall, or the door?
Well, I think that’s valid.
No, I wasn’t the 9 incher.
No, not the 7 and a half either.
Half-Swiss, half-Persian.
I’m not sure I’m comfortable telling you that.
Okay, I don’t think you got a clean look—it’s not a…what do you call it…a show-er, it’s the other kind.
What I’m saying is, I don’t think you can accurately assess that from where you were standing.
Measuring stick—that is funny. Listen, I don’t think it’s fair to compare me to somebody else’s. What if I started comparing your breasts to other women’s?
Yes, they are pretty massive, but that’s not the point.
I know, I’m not saying they’re not great, I’m just saying maybe I could think they’re small or even too big if you stood next to…
…yes, my dick—that is funny. You’ve got a wonderful sense of humor, Carol. Maybe we can just start over?
No, my penis would still be the same size.
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