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…When I Sat on His Face. What?

Girl #1: My 21st birth­day was fun.
Girl #2: So was mine, mi­nus the fact that my friends bought stuffed an­i­mal beavers at the win­ery and pro­ceed­ed to yell about how soft and hairy their beavers were… While my dad was dri­ving.
Girl #2’s grand­ma: What’s a beaver?
Girl #2’s mom: It’s…what some peo­ple call the fe­male gen­i­talia.
Girl #2’s grand­ma: Ohhh…your grand­fa­ther used to just call it a cunt.

San Fran­cis­co, Cal­i­for­nia

I On­ly Count the Ones Who Give Me Or­gasms

Curly-haired brunette: So how many sex part­ners did you say you’d had?
Straight-haired brunette: I think I said ten.
Curly-haired brunette: That’s cool.
Straight-haired brunette: Ten in the past year, I mean. Ob­vi­ous­ly.
Curly-haired brunette, laugh­ing: Ob­vi­ous­ly! I’ve seen you hav­ing sex with more peo­ple than that.

Valle­jo Street
San Fran­cis­co, Cal­i­for­nia

Over­heard by: Poogs Mc­Nasty