
I spent a couple hours at the neighborhood pool today, while my girlfriend was at work. And out of respect for her, I made a point of not looking at any of the many girls in their bikinis. I didn't look at a single one, not for a second. I didn't even look at that one girl with the tiniest red suit as she came up out of the pool. I paid no mind to her ass, which would have provided quite a springboard for a quarter, if you know what I mean. Furthermore, I paid no mind to that one woman who was probably 50 but could have passed for 30 with that body. And her daughter? Wow! Let me tell you! Let's just say she must not have wanted any tan lines across her back. I deserve boyfriend-of-the-year status for not noticing any of that.
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we're ordering the trophy right now for you.
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