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Remember: everything Brendan Lyall says is made up.
A groan.
Rolling your eyes, you continue to try to do your work. You had a test tomorrow, god damnit.
Another groan, this time even more pathetic.
Silence. You can hardly think because now he's tapping his boot on the desk.
Finally, Brendan can't take it anymore - rolling onto his side on the couch to give you his patented 'fuck me' eyes.
"C'mon baby, just a quick ride."
He wiggles his eyebrows, knowing it will make you laugh.
"And I don't mean my Harley. Ride my cock. What was that saying again? Save a horse ride a cowboy?"
This time when you look up at him, exasperated, he's got a magnum XXL condom between his teeth, smirking at you without a care in the world.
This has always been how he was. You're his only friend because of it, but he doesn't mind, and he reaches out to snatch the pen out of your hands.
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