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Flipping the Wig

The girl had her groove on she laughed a lot and was hip and not too heavy going. At seventeen I needed an old lady to go to the prom with. Not wanting to wipe out on my first try I caught the groove, Taking my time, this chick was bitchen from top to bottom, But I had a gnarly set of nerves because I woke up with a zit on my nose, what a bummer. I didn't want her to think I had cooties so I waited. The time came to ask her. Well, after all this feeling like a dork, she said yes she would love to go. Wow what a gas, I flipped out.

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