It's probably fair to say no one wants to know precisely how I
broke my hymen.
No, there weren't any stitches. Or skulls. But there was a bike crash.
And, really, if anyone does want to know, I've re-skeeved myself just typing this much, and am gonna leave it at that.
Who HASN'T
had their hymen broken?
But there was a bike crash.
ita, I broke the same body part in a bike crash as well. Ummm, yeah. Not so much fun.
Not everyone here, bon.
It's not that I did, anyway. It's how, and what part of the bike was missing.
Okay, let's talk about something like the thing with the guys and the bats and the ball.
Okay, let's talk about something like the thing with the guys and the bats and the ball.
ARGHHHHHH! That is NO way to
lose one's hymen.
Okay okay OKAY! We get the point! STOP NOW PLEASE THANKS LOVE COMMA ME.
So, anyway, onto nicer things, like a bluetooth vibrator. Responds to tagged SMS messages sent to the linked phone.
I have an even BETTER story than ita's. I broke my hymen with a boy! I'm not kidding. And there was nakedness!! And fumbling!!
I swear this is the truth!!!!!@!!!!!