I get some from the people with good taste.
Not really, but I geuss that I don't try to either.
No. I don't want to.
I would call the fire department and hold her up as long as I could.
Well it was their fault for getting there. Unless it was mine, in that case I would step on their fingers.
Um, what should I have done?
In the center of the room.Duh.
In the back, near the corner with the bad language.
I would push the prep out of the middle of the hot people.
I would stay in the front so the teacher can see me.
I can't concentrate with the sound of rock music blasting in my ears.
The teacher knows that I don't do it, they never mind.
EVERY NIGHT. First thig when I get home.
I have people that drool over me, they do it.
Tasty, and suductive.