Title: Happy Saturday, everyone. The damn gym is together for the ..

Message: Happy Saturday, everyone. The damn gym is together for the most part. I have a box of nuts and bolts that magically did not get used. Seriously, it's a bunch. There are no holes that don't have a bolt in them. That sounds bad but sexy at the same time. Obviously, I made a little video showing it to you. I hope you enjoyed it. So, I finished the gym, I'm walking around naked, feeling kind of sexy, maybe a little alone time is in order with me, myself, and my vibrators. Seems like a good idea. Then I turned the TV on, and the news was on. I haven't been watching it, and I certainly haven't missed it. But, when I turned the TV on for like the first time in three days, there it was. Some twentysomething Antifa screwball complaining about something he will never know anything about. Such a little man to be such a massive drama queen. Look, I'm not picking sides. I am all for getting one's point across. I just don't think I need to wear a helmet with ski goggles and a handkerchief to do it. Is it just me, or at some point, is Portland going to have to pay to have all this shit cleaned up and fixed? Who is going to pay for it? I don't want to pay for anything that any sniveling snot-faced punks who burned shit down because they think they suffered because they can't afford the latest iPhone. Is it wrong not to want to pay for this crap? Someone explain how these protests went from protests to riots, to spectacles. That's all they are now, spectacles, complete with clowns. I don't even associate them with a cause, and truthfully I don't even think they have one anymore. Don't get me wrong; I'm am equally annoyed at all sides. There, politics by Brooke. Remember, my policy is that I agree nor disagree with anything you say. We all have the given right to be heard; that doesn't mean anyone has to take us seriously. So, I went out last night. I went to three different places. I ended up at an outside bar with a couple of guys, and we hung out there. One of them went up the street for a bit to see what was going on at Froggy's. I don't know how we got started, but it wasn't long, and I had his dick out of his pants and in my hand. We were facing the street, which isn't busy anymore, so the people behind us couldn't see anyway. He tried to get me to stop, but once I get a dick in my hand, it's game on. I guess I pulled it the wrong way, and it got stuck in his zipper, which by the way he jumped and slapped my hand away, must have hurt pretty bad. It didn't go soft, so even though he protested, I kept going. I'd say two to three minutes top, and he popped...all over his shirt and pants. He asked me to get him some paper towels from the bathroom, and I told him to get them himself and left and went to the bar. I thought he was going to have to walk through the bar to the bathroom and waited to see him do it, but he never showed. The fucker just went around the gate and went to the car and waited there. Talk about a party pooper. I was going to have him stick it in me when we got home, but his poor weeny had a little cut on it, and even though I caused it, I wasn't sticking anything in me that had an open cut. So, he ate me out, fucked me with a dildo, and I used my vibrator and had a pretty awesome cum. I did suck him off afterward, but he didn't have much left to reward me for my efforts so that kind of bit. I like big loads. I don't know why I just do. I get it, your balls only hold so much, and it takes time to fill them back up. I just want them to speed the process up a little bit. There is a girl that works at Target, and she is so damn cute that she makes my mouth water. She makes me horny without even doing anything. It's an I'm horny, and she's the solution type thing if you know what I mean. Back to reality, she is in her twenties and probably has some dude she drools over, so that leaves me high and dry—the perils of being gay part-time. That's OK, she keeps me wanting to shop at Target. Catch you all later Love ya Brooke