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Nerds’ butt smells like peaches. No, literally like peaches. Or more like the cosmetic interpretation of peaches rather than the real thing. Now, see, I don’t own any peach scented beauty products. I’m not a hussy. So I can only assume that it rubbed off of some skanky stuffed monkey he’s been rolling around with. He won’t answer my questions.  He’s been lying face down, sulking all weekend, presumably because he’s missing out on some peach flavored ass.

It’s hard living with a boyfriend.