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Betonhaus

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30 Mar 2023
The alarm buzzed at 6:42 AM, which was three minutes before I actually intended to wake up, but my internal clock is notoriously unreliable because it doesn’t account for the fact that I had turned the phone over, so the screen light didn’t register, even though the vibration did, which is a mechanical issue I’ve been meaning to look into, but I never really got around to it because I kept thinking I’d do it on Saturday, but Saturdays are for laundry, and Sundays are for meal prep, so really, there’s no designated time for fixing alarms, which is why I just hit snooze and stared at the ceiling fan, noting how it wobbled slightly on the third rotation, a wobble that had been there for months, maybe years, and I wondered if it was the dust accumulation or just the general wear and tear of the house settling, which it was probably doing, because the floorboards in the hallway creaked whenever I walked past the kitchen, a creak that sounded like a sigh, which was dramatic, I know, but it’s what it sounded like, so I got up and brushed my teeth, looking at the toothpaste tube which was getting a bit flat, so I had to squeeze it from the bottom, which is a satisfying sensation but also wasteful because you get little bits of paste stuck in the crimp at the end that you have to dig out with your fingernail, which I did, and then I put on my clothes, specifically the blue shirt and the khaki pants, which were clean because I had washed them on Tuesday, or was it Wednesday? I can never remember the days of the week accurately because they all blur together into a sort of beige continuum of routine, so I ate some oatmeal, which was warm, but not too warm, just lukewarm, which is the temperature I prefer because boiling oatmeal burns your tongue and then you can’t talk properly, and talking is important, even if you’re just talking to yourself in the kitchen, because it keeps your vocal cords loose, so I ate the oatmeal while looking out the window at the neighbor’s dog, which was a small, yappy thing that barked at the mailman every single day, regardless of whether the mailman had mail or not, and I wondered if the dog understood the concept of mail, or if it just understood that a person in a uniform was entering its territory, which is a valid concern for a dog, I suppose, even if it is a bit much, so I finished the oatmeal, put the bowl in the sink, and realized I hadn’t turned on the tap, so the bowl was just sitting there with the sticky residue, which I would have to deal with later, but later never seems to come because by the time I get to the sink, I’m usually thinking about something else, like the wobbly fan or the yappy dog or whether I remembered to take out the trash on Tuesday, which I probably did, but I might not have, and if I didn’t, then the trash bag might have leaked, which is a unpleasant thought, so I decided to check, but by then I was already walking to the door, so I just left it for now, because I would deal with it when I got back, which is a cycle I’ve been stuck in for years, really, just dealing with things when I get back, instead of dealing with them when I’m there, which seems more efficient, but I never seem to make that connection, so I went to work, which was a long drive, mostly on the highway, which is boring because you’re just driving in a straight line for an hour, watching the white lines go by, which hypnotize you, and you start to zone out, and you miss your exit, which happened to me once, and I had to drive back, which was annoying because it added ten minutes to my day, and ten minutes is a long time when you’re already feeling like you’re losing track of the day, so I got to work, and I sat at my desk, and I answered some emails, which were mostly about schedules and meetings, which I don’t really remember the content of, but I remember the feeling of them, which was a sort of mild anxiety, like I was supposed to be doing something more important, but I wasn’t sure what that was, so I just kept answering emails, and then I went to lunch, which was a sandwich, turkey and cheese on rye, which was fine, nothing special, just a sandwich, and I ate it at my desk because I was busy, or I told myself I was busy, so I didn’t have time to go to the break room, which is a shame because the break room has a nice view of the parking lot, and sometimes you can see the sky, which is blue, or gray, depending on the day, and today it was gray, so I ate my sandwich while looking at the gray sky, and I thought about how gray skies are kind of peaceful, in a depressing way, and then I went back to work, and I did more emails, and then I went home, and I drove home, which was the same way I came, but in reverse, which is a weird concept, reversing time and space, but you don’t really think about it, you just do it, and then I got home, and I made dinner, which was pasta, because pasta is easy, and I ate it while watching TV, which was a show I had seen before, so I didn’t really pay attention to it, I just let it play in the background, and then I went to bed, and I slept, and that was the day.
 
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The alarm buzzed at 6:42 AM, which was three minutes before I actually intended to wake up. My internal clock is notoriously unreliable because it doesn’t account for the fact that I had turned the phone over, so the screen light didn’t register, even though the vibration did. That is a mechanical issue I’ve been meaning to look into, but I never really got around to it because I kept thinking I’d do it on Saturday.
Saturdays are for laundry and Sundays are for meal prep, so I did not designate time for fixing alarms. This has nothing to do with why I hit the snooze and stared at the ceiling fan, noting how it wobbled slightly on the third rotation; a wobble that had been there for months, maybe years, and I wondered if it was the dust accumulation or just the general wear and tear of the house settling - which it was probably doing, because the floorboards in the hallway creaked whenever I walked past the kitchen. The creak sounded like a sigh, which was nearly as dramatic as myself, I know, but it is what it and I sounded like under the extreme stress of my personal weight.

Eventually, I got up, brushed my teeth while looking at the toothpaste tube which was getting a bit flat, so I had to squeeze it from the bottom which is a satisfying sensation, but also wasteful because you get little bits of paste stuck in the crimp at the end that you have to dig out with your fingernail. I put on my clothes - specifically the blue shirt and the khaki pants. The clothes were clean because I had washed them on Tuesday, or was it Wednesday? I can never remember the days of the week accurately because they all blur together into a sort of beige continuum of routine.

I ate some warm oatmeal, but not too warm, just lukewarm, which is the temperature I prefer because boiling oatmeal burns your tongue and then you can’t talk properly, and talking is important. Talking is important even if you’re just talking to yourself in the kitchen because it keeps your vocal cords loose. So, I ate the oatmeal while looking out the window at the neighbor’s dog, which was a small, yappy thing that barked at the mailman every single day regardless of whether the mailman had mail or not. I wondered if the dog understood the concept of mail, or if it just understood that a person in a uniform was entering its territory. Such is a valid concern for a dog, I suppose, even if it is a bit much.

I finished the oatmeal, put the bowl in the sink, and realized I hadn’t turned on the tap. The bowl was just sitting there with the sticky residue which I would have to deal with later, but later never seems to come because by the time I get to the sink I’m usually thinking about something else; Like the wobbly fan or the yappy dog or whether I remembered to take out the trash on Tuesday, which I probably did, but I might not have. And if I didn’t, then the trash bag might have leaked, which is a unpleasant thought, so I decided to check. By that attention deficient order of thoughts and actions I was already walking to the door, so I just left it for now because I would deal with it when I got back, which is a cycle I’ve been stuck in for years. Just dealing with things when I get back, instead of dealing with them when I’m there, which seems more efficient, but I never seem to make that connection because I have not been prescribed the correct dosage of adderal, so I went to work. My highway drive to work is long and boring because you’re just driving in a straight line for an hour watching the white lines go by, which hypnotize you, and you start to zone out, and you miss your exit. Which actually happened to me once (shocker), and I had to drive back, which was annoying (like I am) because it added ten minutes to my day.

Ten minutes is a long time when you’re already feeling like you’re losing track of the day, so I got to work. I sat at my desk and I answered some emails, which were mostly about schedules and meetings which I don’t really remember the content of, but I remember the feeling of them. The corruption of mild anxiety was like I was supposed to be doing something more important, but I wasn’t sure what that was, so I just kept answering emails, and then I went to lunch. Lunch was a sandwich, a fine turkey and cheese on rye, but nothing special, just a sandwich. I ate it at my desk because I was busy, or I told myself I was busy, so I didn’t have time to go to the break room, which is a shame because the break room has a nice view of the parking lot. From the view of the parking lot sometimes (??) you can see the sky, which is blue, or gray, depending on the day, and today it was gray. I ate my sandwich while looking at the gray sky, (from your desk??? Which now has a view the break room also has, which you purposefully mentioned for no reason. Bravo, you fucked your own bit. Up until now, I thought you might have talent as a writer, despite the bit.) and I thought about how gray skies are kind of peaceful, in a depressing way, and then I went back to work and I did more emails (sending emails from your typing factory job like ALR).

As per usual I drove home, which was the same way I came, but in reverse (impressive driving) which is a weird concept. Reversing time and space being the concept which is weird, not simply driving home obviously. Usually, you don’t really think about it, you just do the motions, but then I got home, and I made dinner, which was pasta, because pasta is easy. I ate it while watching TV, which was a show I had seen before, so I didn’t really pay attention to it. I just let it play in the background, then I went to bed and slept, and that was the day.


You forgot to do your dishes.
 
@Betonhaus has never been the same since his dick exploded in that penis pump accident. I hope they find a donor weiner for you soon bruv

the trick is that you need one that can maintain a constant pressure, so an electric one that you can set to stay within a range that's mildly uncomfortable but not painful. Then use it almost every day for at least 30 minutes a day and you'll actually slowly start to see progress. But you'll want to get one that's the right size because if you get the generic size ones then you'll not gain any length and will start to swell unevenly with a shape like Wobbuffet from pokemon which isn't really attractive unless you're into knotting or something deviant like that
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you ideally want one that's only a bit thicker then you are now, which would usually be the 1.75"-2" diameter models. They have the benefit of not trying to suck up your balls which is extremely no es bueno, and as you start pressing against the sides your dick gets pulled further in and that starts getting you the extra length. It's a slow process, but if you get in the habit of just putting it on for half an hour after you get home from work and doing a task that occupies your mind you will make progress over time.

PROTIP: if you're getting a bad seal it's because you got public hair in the seal. Either shave down there or get a crochet hook.

If you're straight you'll want to focus on girth and maxing out at maybe 9" length as anything longer then that and you start bashing the cervix and it hurts in a not fun way. If you're gay you'll want to focus on length instead otherwise you start to limit yourself to guys that are fully gaped.

Generally something like this would be ideal until you decide if you want more length or girth, but chances are you may find you don't need anything bigger then this
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penis stretchers are a bit more of a sticky widget, as there doesn't seem to be much of a good way for them to get a grip unless you have major mushroomhead. There's ones that have a little suction cup but there doesn't seem to be a way to make them not extremely uncomfortable. Using the pump first does seem to help a little.
 
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