I had to write this. I went for dinner last night with teena (who makes badass fajita, and that nearly rhymed).
talk turned to our respective ages;
teena: "…I just really feel that I’ve matured since then"
me: (snorting derisively) “Really ? where do you hide this new found maturity then ?”
teena: “Up my hole.”
One day I hope to be as mature as teena.
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Well where do you keep yours?
On second thought, don't answer that.
How come nobody asked which hole?
i wear my maturity on my sleeve, along with my love for computer games and superheroes.
when you're this mature you do stuff like that.
i do not wish to know which hole.
i'll repeat that.
i do not wish to know which hole.
Which hole..?
please don't because she will say.
Why my ladybox, of course.
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