You Trained These Lips When They Were Champs
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So, remember that bet we made back when we first met May-ann?" I say. The one for a hundred bucks, on who would get her first.
"You mean, the one that we both lost?"
He catches on so quickly. "Yeah, that one." I laugh.
"Yeah, we kinda failed miserably. So, you think we should leave them alone for a while?"
"Um, yeah. But once the moaning starts, I'm leaving."
"You mean, the one that we both lost?"
He catches on so quickly. "Yeah, that one." I laugh.
"Yeah, we kinda failed miserably. So, you think we should leave them alone for a while?"
"Um, yeah. But once the moaning starts, I'm leaving."
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okay, yeah, filler. I WILL post more! =DI just thought I'd have to throw in the bet part. =D i thought it would be funny.
**edit: OH FUCKSICLES!!
i don't have more written! I can't post more. i sowee. =*
anyway, so i really wish i could post more tonight but.. i'm stupid and didn't plan ahead. i knew i should have had like four parts ready to type up but... noooo.
i had to have the busiest frickin' week in the world.
so it's been almost two weeks since i turned sixteen and my stupidfather sperm donor hasn't even called me. or emailed me, even! GAHHHH!!!!
i'm about to find out exactly where he is at this exact moment and like, send mind-death rays. because myfather SPERM DONOR is so STUPIDDDD!!!!! ARRRGHHHHHH!!!! I mean, it's not every day that your fucking FLESH AND BLOOD turns SIXTEEN FUCKING YEARS OLD!!
and you can't even take FIVE FUCKING MINUTES OUT OF YOUR DAY TO CALL HER!!!
okay, let's try not to get tears on the keyboard. that could screw up the keys.
side note, school's going well =D