It's quarter of three on Christmas Eve. Naturally, I'm busy chatting up...
pantlessness?
It's a pretty natural state for us all, myself in particular. Anyone able to recall their glorious marching band days shed their modesty by their junior year or so.
"I was the one breaking in everyone and humping everyone randomly."
"we weirded out an 8 year old once"
"Unspeakable things happened underneath those raincoats."
Oh, and she kissed more girls on the band bus than I did. How pathetic.
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