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Spin-the-bottle
It's simple mathematical odds. If you have three red marbles and three blue marbles is a cup, what are the chances of drawing two blue marbles? About 49 percent better than getting two hot, straight men to kiss on the lips.
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Can I sexercise you up?
Even I -- with my unromanticized views of sex -- am baffled with "sexercise." You can blame my nonchalance on the gen-y, disaffected youth syndrome caused by watching 80s teen-flicks in elementary school and HIV/AIDS. But who's to blame for sexercise?
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Car coitus aside
Since my older brother got caught having sex with some girl by my mom his senior year in high school, she laid down the most regally enforced house rule: no (bonk)ing under my roof.
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Glass
I will always be a female, playing professional. I will have to fight for respect, and be polite and small and non-threatening. I will be de-sexed and looked up-and-down. I will always have to fight.
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Fast Times at Lake of the Ozarks
I've been hearing stories about the Lake of the Ozarks since I moved to Lawrence.
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Honestly, I don't want to know the truth
Discourse on Method and/or 2-step program
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Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood?
Thought I was gone? Thought you scared me away and I went slinking off, all convinced you'd put me in my place? I'll admit, I was thrown off at first.
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Empowered, not objectified
I know that top made my breasts look incredibly hot, and if you guys want to look, look ...
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Dr. Sara will see you now
Armed with a doctorate in abnormal psychology and her recently published book, "Why My Exes Should Have Been in Therapy Rather Than Shop Class," I present to you...myself, Dr. Sara..
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Is that a mirror in your pocket, because I can really see myself in your pants
Graduation never fails to bring a whole new meaning to the term "debauchery."
