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Jul 2013
Driving the beach
father, daughter ***** jokes
mom is not pleased.

That's how things go
now, we haven't been to this particular beach before
every year, we go to a little island called Chincoteague
that I spell differently every time I type it
and apparently, it was a little dull
so now we're on Virginia Beach
well, the less populated arm of the place
We're a half an hour away from Virginia Beach proper
and so Mom,
Dad,
and I,
went cruisin'
gawking at things
and girls
See, Dad gets that I like girls
well, girls and boys,
but I don't ogle boys
anyway
and the ***** jokes we make are great
I tell ya,
I want to **** him 3/4 of the time,
but the man is funny as hell
We see a Ben and Jerry's
Hey Christine, want a bj?
Oh Pa, you know me too well!
Guysssss Stopppppp (that one was groaned by my mom, she doesn't do that nonsense)
(She does a lot of nonsense, and it's funny too)
(But Dad isn't really my friend)
(So I guess this is weird)

Driving the beach
father, daughter ***** jokes
mom is not pleased.
Christine Eglantine
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Christine Eglantine  Pittsburgh
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