The most popular girl in my High School class wouldn't give me the time of day, let alone share her quotes or hooters with me.
Which was fine with me, as I was banging her older sister and her cheerleader friends from time to time, everywhere from the backseat to the barn, and the lumberyard to the stockyard.
Nothing like making a hot chick squeal while a bull drools all over himself...
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