And I honestly think it depends on what time of day it is for me and how I’m feeling at that moment. What I’m feeling now? It’s not disgust or “man that girl is nasty.” I’m just thinking. Good for that guy. I hope that guy hit it that night, realized what he did the next day, puked, and then laughed his ass off telling the story.

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