Catholic guilt: Even in my dreams, I never get any. Something always goes wrong, or doesn't happen, or whatever. And if you were in my dream last night, you would've seen me give the most polite shut-down to a threesome ever. I practically patted this guy on the head, gave him a cookie, and told him to run along and have better luck some where else.

Instead I have very vivid, cathartic dreams about popping blackheads.

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W.W.S.S.?
And when summer comes,
It's almost impossible not to have a good time.