Deux: Fundamentals.

II. sunburn-induced honesty

I'm not like, against estrogen invoked actions. I'm not one of those female misogynists. It's not like I'm bitter that my father gave an X chromosome. I'm not some butch she-male. I weigh 100 pounds. I use baby lotion. I like being "from Venus." It's easier to get laid this way. Studies prove it.

Anyway, I'm reading Catcher in the Rye, and I'm either TOTALLY missing something, or this book really does suck. It solely consists of Caulfield saying "Boy, did I ... ... and crap."

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