Deep in the midst of debauchery, I wallow.  Waking up far to many days in a row with someone new.  Awash of tangled sweaty bodies.  Some of note, some not.

Most will be folded neatly, and stuffed into my Memory Warehouse.  Packed away.  Some made the highlight reel, for future enjoyment.

The cross reference section of the catalog may need some new buffering:

• Skanks
• Sluts
• Givers
• Takers
• Screamers
• Biters
• Swallow
• Spit
• Raw
• Wrapped

Surely a song for each, will be fitting.  Something to pop up on the radio or play list to remind me.

John Hughes will jump out from behind the bush and yell: “Cut!”.

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