RIP Best jar ever
Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 1:44 pm
I have a beer or two and toke up when I pump. I tread carefully, but always thought, you know, something’s going to happen one day. Last night it did. I was done pumping in my favourite penis cylinder and went in the kitchen to hunt up something to eat. As I reached across some dishes that were drying, I touched (barely) my favourite pumping jar and down it went. A thousand pieces, easily. Had to pull myself together to clean up, etc, but the real scope of what I did is only now starting to hit home. I must have got that jar somewhere back in the early or mid 80s and for some reason it just clicked with me right away. Just the size for me and quite heavy compared to jars I have seen in stores these days.
I never worried about this jar, as I have about a larger one I got from a certain Swedish retailer. Used it 50 to 75 times a year, maybe more these last couple years, so was inside it thousands of times. Longest relationship I’ve ever been in, basically. And one that pleased me the most.
Anyway, I can’t believe how these things come about. I always wash it and put it somewhere to dry. When it’s dry, it goes back in the pumping room in a safe place. Yesterday, I washed it and put it as close to the edge of the counter as you might if you had no brain in your head, then a little later, I take a plastic cylinder from the counter and return it to the pumping room, looking at my jar and basically saying, ah, whatever.
Well, that was quite a whatever. Anyway, sorry to bore with my tale of woe, but with this hobby being so unique, I have nowhere else to say anything about a faithful, dare I say, sexy friend that I doubt I can replace.
And that, in a nutshell, is my sad tale.
I never worried about this jar, as I have about a larger one I got from a certain Swedish retailer. Used it 50 to 75 times a year, maybe more these last couple years, so was inside it thousands of times. Longest relationship I’ve ever been in, basically. And one that pleased me the most.
Anyway, I can’t believe how these things come about. I always wash it and put it somewhere to dry. When it’s dry, it goes back in the pumping room in a safe place. Yesterday, I washed it and put it as close to the edge of the counter as you might if you had no brain in your head, then a little later, I take a plastic cylinder from the counter and return it to the pumping room, looking at my jar and basically saying, ah, whatever.
Well, that was quite a whatever. Anyway, sorry to bore with my tale of woe, but with this hobby being so unique, I have nowhere else to say anything about a faithful, dare I say, sexy friend that I doubt I can replace.
And that, in a nutshell, is my sad tale.
sorry to hear of your loss of your pumping friend peeby. Hope you can find another one soon.