Not only did the lesbian vegan design major never leave the room . . .but she ended up being deflowered on my brand-new comforter by my supposedly gay best friend. Oh, and did I mention the time I came home to find her hand mirror and sketchbook, open to two pages of labia sketches, on the floor of my bedroom? Eeeeewwwwwwww.
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Mon 17 Nov 2003, 22:42,
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No, the idea of anyone's pubic hair but my ownstuck in the fibres of the rug I sit and lay on was enough to kill any dubious libidinous urges that particular spectacle may have roused. That, and I'm a chick--other people's labias just don't do it for me. Boobs, on the other hand. . .
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Thu 20 Nov 2003, 18:26,
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