What does it even feel like knowing what the point is of you shoving you balls and everything between the cushions on the sofa and just going to town. Did you find the remote control? Your wallet? That discount coupon to Domino's that you lost last week? My innocence? I've been searching forever. Because if it isn't in the couch where Carl just made me half a woman it could easily be on the playground where I balanced on the rail and slipped because it had been raining and my pussy just SLAMMED against it. I looked in the sand and everywhere. Was that my virginity right there? Evaporated? Slammed out of me? I sat on the swings for hours, punching flies and thinking about the day you picked your nose with

i agree. show me the next condition.