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| Meh, you'd better be one impressive dude, or I'm just gonna go bang myself instead. |
On this here arbitrary holiday,
I will be making love with a merman on a distant shore, the warm water nuzzling our toes as we canoodle in the unobtrusive, petal-soft sand.
...Actually, I will most likely be shoving myself full of butterfly kiss while imagining that I'm tied spread-eagle to the bedposts.
It's a holiday of love, and I will love whomever I want, however I want! (answers: myself, bound.)
Really, whether you do or do not have a special someone to bang on this fine day, consider some self-loving, ladies. Love the power that you have to make yourself come. Isn't it magical?
Just like a moonlit lobster dinner. Maybe even better. Hell, definitely better.
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