Instead of focusing on my writing, I suddenly found myself sitting here daydreaming. I was thinking about writing a hawt story about an adult Pinocchio.
And everytime he told a fib, he’d get a woodie.
Needless to say, by the end of the story his girlfriend has turned him into a pathological liar.

Somebody’s been writing waaay too much erotica. :whistle:

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