I’ve only had one piercing in my life, and it was my tongue. I was 18, impressionable, and slutty, so I decided that having a tongue piercing was the best way to let guys know that I would basically blow them for a cheeseburger. What I didn’t count on was getting the flu, and having my tongue swell up to twice its size. Needless to say, I soon realized that it made me look trashy, but I will always have the hole and the lisp to remember it by. Still, my meager piercing was nothing compared to some of these people.
About the author
Gary is the gay guy that every girl wants to be, and every guy wants to be with (Mostly because he can't get pregnant). He is based in Manhattan, but loves traveling to exotic new people, and sleeping with interesting new places. He is an adventurous writer, digital artist, and game designer that will try almost anything if it makes a good story.
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