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70 Guys in 3 months

OH yeah.


I've totally fucked like

70 guys in the past like

3 or so months. 

Yeah I mean I don't

know where I find

time to write what with

all the guys I'm 

sleeping with

Ask anyone.

I'll bet I've slept with them.

Yes, oh yes, right-o

I'm a fucking...well

I'm just fucking, right!?

Yeah yeah...wait 72

72 dudes and they


In fact, they looked

at me and then *poof*

I came all over. 


Oh yeah it's a real treat 

all that dick I've been getting

In fact, I'm getting pounded right now.

So that's 73.

Yeah, you should believe me because

I always tell the worst truth. 


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