Dear Woosy,
This morning, my boyfriend was kind enough to prepare breakfast for me. Initially, I thought his gesture was particularly sweet since he and his friends had a wild party in our lounge the night before, which kept me awake for most of the night. The toast had a peculiar taste, but I refrained from being impolite, considering he rarely makes breakfast. After I finished eating, his friends came into the kitchen one by one to ask if I had enjoyed my breakfast. They were all laughing as they asked me. Finally, one of them inquired if I had liked my “spunk toast.” Please say it’s not what I’m afraid it is?
Woosy says – I regret to inform you that it is precisely what you think it is. Have you come across the term “circle jerk”? It refers to a group of guys who stand in a circle around a piece of toast and ejaculate. The last guy to finish would have to consume the toast. It seems like you found yourself as the “last guy” in this instance.
I suppose there won’t be any more drunken nights at your place from now on.
