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Adventures of a depraved candy slut.
Love Is A Battlefield!
- Cyber-stalking
- What's In Your 'Ho Bag?
- I'm A Loser, Baby
- I Am Trying To Break Your Heart
- I Shaved My Legs For This?
- Let Me Call You Keebler
- Mixing Business With Pleasure
- When You Least Expect It
- Why I Looooove Men!
- I Want You To Want Me
- Seven Deadly Sins Of Online Profiles
- Worst. Date. Ever.
- Survey Says...
- Waiting By The Phone
- E Is For Effort
- Managing A Man-valanche
- Valentine's Day Is For Haters
- Valentine's Day Is For Appreciators
- On The Rebound
- On The Rebound Part 2
- Using Math For Sex
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2 comments:
Ah, lactaid.
I am lactose intolerant, and every once in a while someone tries to slip me something I shouldn't have because the think it's all in my mind.
Usually takes about an hour, and if they have to be in close proximity, they wind up regretting it, because I'm told it's like being in the middle of a tire farm fire. They never try it again.
If only lactose intolerance was in my mind, then it wouldn't smell like a paper mill in my house when I get some Cherry Garcia.
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