Sunday, February 12, 2006

Getting Cut From the Cuddle Party

It hurts to be cut from the cuddle party. Everyone's just hanging out, having a good time, feeling all up on one another's delts and rhomboids and trapeziusesses and caressing golden locks and keeping the sexual energy low and safe...and then, BAM! You're told that you're just too young and it's weird that you still live with your mom and being Canadian is NOT COOL at a cuddle party. I know how it goes, and when the person who gets cut from the cuddle party is a person I showed up with, I just bury myself into the nearest ample bosom, ostrich-style, and hope for the best. No one is ruining this cuddle party for me.

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