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SAdly, the poor boy was so nervous that he couln't get it up. Performance anxiety I suppose. I tried to make him relax and shit, and I told him to tell his weiner who was boss. He laughed and it flopped over a little bit. It was the saddest sight I've ever seen, that limp weiner, just lying there, speechless. oh well. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. 
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