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| No... and it's not that I couldn't have... it's just that I'm afraid I'll wake up the next morning with my crotch burning like the Crow's Nest Pass when I pee. | |
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| Ah! I hear ya. I got a little secret for ya. Look for girls with coldsores, those are the ones you want. | |
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| That's right, or as I like to call them: Little lighthouses for smoooth sailing. | |
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