I had another one of those weird sex dreams where I'm in a big, comfy chair and you're hard at work between my legs. Your face is covered in something glossy, too thick to be sweat and to sweet to be me. It is then I notice the Krispy Kreme box on the coffee table and it all makes sense.
Wait, no it doesn't. Did you go bobbing for donuts? How'
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