
... she said she was cold and needed to be warmed.
So I leaped upon her, and she wrapped her cold thighs around me.
"Wow, you're really cold," I said.
"I know. You were wearing snow pants. I just had sweats on," said she.
"Would you think me weird if I wanted to tie a little tag to your toe and have my way with you right now?" I asked.
"You sick fucker. Get off me."
American girls don't appreciate a good morgue-party joke.
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So I leaped upon her, and she wrapped her cold thighs around me.
"Wow, you're really cold," I said.
"I know. You were wearing snow pants. I just had sweats on," said she.
"Would you think me weird if I wanted to tie a little tag to your toe and have my way with you right now?" I asked.
"You sick fucker. Get off me."
American girls don't appreciate a good morgue-party joke.