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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
I messed around with a girl in law school for a while, often pretty drunk. Pretty nice package all around.
Then one day one of my only LS friends tells me "Hey, ____ (the girl's ex bf) said she has a really ugly cooter. Is it all fucked up looking?"
I'd never looked, having almost exclusively groped her while drunk and not chowed down there.
Well, I had to go down on her to find out, and it was strange because I could figure out whether it was really fucked up or not (the lighting wasn't great). So I kept looking at it whenever I got the chance, but never really was able to formulate a position on whether he cooter was indeed horrific.
Ultimately, this complex drove me crazy, because my friend kept busting my balls in front of people about how my fuckbuddy had a deformed vag.
My solution? None. I wound up getting caught by her having sex with some coke whore I met a bar. That was that. But now... still to this day, I compare every vag I see to hers. And I still can't figure out if hers was really deformed. But I have concluded based on all this research that my high school gf had a very odd looking cooter.
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Sounds to me like you got Spanked. Aren't they all equally bizarre looking, with variation being only in the degree of rarity of the roast beef? Especially since this was probably in a more disco mitty era, non?
How was the John Irving book?
