Oh, I get it: she's another bodhisattva, who very often DO plant the seed of a joke in your mind, that is not programmed to sprout until years later...maybe even up till moments before you croak on your death bed. They are superlative tricksters. Maybe that makes up for their being such lousy blow job "artistes," but I beg to differ.
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