That sounded worse than it was.
I was out drinking and *ahem* partying with trusted friends, decided to leave early, and as I was dressing realized that I didn't know where those clothing items were, and while had a pretty good idea where the dried stuff came from, I mean I remember the ACT, just don't really recall getting it all over me like that, and a couple was in the shower, (I said I was leaving early) and so I didn't wash up, not wishing to intrude... found a reasonably clean but torn T on the back of a chair, and I am babbling again...
Last night was fun. Went to a Houston Topless Club (The "Ritz") and my date bought me 3 lap dances...
I felt the need to attack him in the car in the parking lot.

WW

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"I wondered, am I a lesbian, am I straight, or bisexual? Then I realized that I am just a slut.
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