*blue balls not included.
Tuesday night while out at Mercury Lounge, this moron comes over to me and asks my name. When I tell him, he starts to LAUGH! I question him as to what is so funny, and he tells me,
“You have to admit, that IS a funny name…”
Are you fucking serious? I mean, what if Loretta really WAS my name?
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And of MY boyfriend. His blue balls started this mess.
