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.
Ah! I hear ya. I got a little secret for ya. Look for girls with coldsores, those are the ones you want.
Cold...sores?
That's right, or as I like to call them: Little lighthouses for smoooth sailing.
