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When i first moved in all i was to hear was, Ladies don’t drink out of the toilet. Ladies don’t drink out of the toilet! Come on now, ladies don’t drink out of the toilet., and YOU are a Lady. The things we do, how we acquiesce, the concessions we make, to keep the gravy train rolling, moving along. A place to bunk, a soft pillow for your head. So we do. The bunkmate stays so happy, smiling & relaxed, and finally gets off of your back.
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
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When i first moved in all i was to hear was, Ladies don’t drink out of the toilet. Ladies don’t drink out of the toilet! Come on now, ladies don’t drink out of the toilet., and YOU are a Lady. The things we do, how we acquiesce, the concessions we make, to keep the gravy train rolling, moving along. A place to bunk, a soft pillow for your head. So we do. The bunkmate stays so happy, smiling & relaxed, and finally gets off of your back.
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 8:02 AM UTC
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