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[tracksuitwinner]

Well. Some of you may remember being the recipient of a fine, furry friend. And, some of you may remember being in your birthday suits for longer than even your mother would have wanted to see

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[boxbythebed]

Awww, I didn't get one.

[tracksuitwinner]

Well now that's because you failed. Blondes will always be more fun than brunettes. Let that be a life lesson.

[boxbythebed]

I dunno, I'm pretty good at having fun.

[tracksuitwinner]

It was...Jennifer, right? Let's hear some details.

[boxbythebed]

Jennifer Check, yeah. Um, I stole some guy's nipple ring the other day?

[tracksuitwinner]

I'm intrigued. With his permission or not.

[boxbythebed]

It's not stealing if they let you do it.

[tracksuitwinner]

Fantastic. Those things are a blemish on everyone's eyes. And by everyone's I mean mine. And my eyes are all that matter.

Tell me. What should my eyes be seeing right now, Miss Check.

[boxbythebed]

Okay, I'm not sure where you're going with this exactly. Is that a trick question?

[tracksuitwinner]

Well that's the sticky part, isn't it.

[boxbythebed]

...

Are you coming on to me?

[tracksuitwinner]

While the thought brings slight butterflies to my stomach, the answer is no. I'm missing someone in my Cheerios; namely, me. And I see a little of myself in you, Miss Check.

[boxbythebed]

You know, if you wanted to make me, like, head cheerleader ASAP, I wouldn't say no.

[tracksuitwinner]

Seems like we have a dilemma on our hands. Of course, the head cheerleader is always a blonde, and the one over there running laps fits the bill perfectly.

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Would be a shame if she were unable to fulfill her duties.

[boxbythebed]

Ouch, what kinda girl do you take me for?

[tracksuitwinner]

A winner.