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Hate 'em! I don't know how to give one, either. I had a lesbian friend who was always flirting with me and at my fucking bachelorette party (where I'm drunk off my ass of course) she lunges at me in front of everyone and gives me a hickey before anyone can get her off me. So I had to go home and explain to my fiance how I have a hickey on my neck and from whom. Then I had to stress about whether or not it would still be there the next weekend when I got married. Wouldn't that have looked nice in my wedding pictures?!
Yeah, so I really hate them.
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Thought for the day: Men are like fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to the women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
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