Ya, I am just going to sit back and let everyone tell me how horrible I am and how I wear my heart on my sleeve and how can I love someone if I haven't blah blah blah. When I wake up tomorrow I'll be back and everyone will be shitting on me telling me to be single until I die and then I will find love on my deathbed but only if I'm confident about it on the 4 wednesday of a sunny afternoon April in a snowstorm in the mid atlantic when the crow flies over the moon or some crap. I don't care because I am happy for once.
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Treat her like a lady and she might let you feel her boobies
But no, not her. I won't tell even if you guys guess it.
She isn't from Texas.