The Contest!

Thick, lustrous hair is very important to you? Is that what you just said?

 

Yeah.

 

You? You'll be out before we get the check!

 

Let me ask you something. If you put your hand into her hair, could you get it out easily?

 

Wow, I'm surprised you didn't explode from accidentally rubbing up against a pole.

I'm not sure whether I'm impressed or not, the question to me would be why?

 

Do you want to get it out?

 

The same reason I do a lot of the things I do: To test my will and prove I can do something. My buddy and I were talking about it one day over Thanksgiving break, and I said, "Why don't we do it? It'd be cool." So we started. And somewhere around mid-January, he told me he caved. Then I kept going and going.

The contest was won, but I wanted to prove to myself that masturbation wasn't necessary, and it was nothing more -- to me, at least -- as a way to pass the time and fall asleep a little easier. And 153 days after we made that pact, I caved. I think it was May 3, 2005, a few days before I graduated college. I actually felt a little bad about ending it, but I was proud I made it that far.

I don't think I'd do it again, but I'd never rule it out. Besides, I'm sure I could get a lot more done without masturbating. Like get a second job.

 

After 153 days you must have blown a hole through the roof.

 

Well, it was the desk. But yes.

 

Elaine Benes Kennedy Jr.

 

You caved?
I figured you'd cruise, at least through the winter.

 

I'd like to be able to get it out.