maleficent

There are some things that I believe are just too much information... I really could live the rest of my life without knowing about some people... Not so much co-workers but I have a pseudo-friend, who went into a very lengthy discussion in a bar, about how her last boyfriend broke up with her because he didn't like the fact that she bit him during sex. This was a rather detailed description of where she'd bite him, and duration and intensity of the bites and she just couldn't understand why he wasn't into it... (there was a table of guys behind us who was alternating between laughing at her misery and cringing at the graphic description - -she wasn't exactly quiet)

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