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> A virgin girl is on the phone and asks her boyfriend to come
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> over and have dinner with her parents. Since this is such a
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> big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that
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> after dinner, she would like to go out and make love
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> for the first time.
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> * * * * * * * * *
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> Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex
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> before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get
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> some condoms. He tells the pharmacist it's his first time and
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> the pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour.
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> He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and
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> sex.
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> * * * * * * * * *
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> At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many
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> condoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, or family
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> pack. The boy insists on the family pack because he
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> thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first time and all.
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> * * * * * * * * *
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> That night, the boy shows up at the girl's parents
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> house and meets his girlfriend at the door. "Oh, I'm
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> so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!"
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> * * * * * * * * *
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> The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table
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> where the girl's parents are seated. The boy quickly
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> offers to say grace and bows his head.
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> * * * * * * * * *
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> A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer,
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> with his head down.
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> * * * * * * * * *
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> 10 minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy.
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> * * * * * * * * *
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> Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the
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> girlfriend leans over and whispers to the
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> boyfriend, "I had no idea you were this religious."
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> * * * * * * * *
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> The boy turns, and whispers back, "I had no idea your
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> father was a pharmacist."
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> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: Hey
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Boy: What?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: I really like you. And I... I
> > > > > > > think I'm falling in love with you.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Boy: Ok...
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: What do you mean "ok"?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Boy: I don't like you like that...
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: Why not?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another
> > > > > > > time...
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > From then on, the girl kept asking the
> > > > > > > boy "Why not?" whenever she saw him,
> > > > > > > and
> > > > > > > he kept answering the same answer
> > > > > > > of "I'll tell you later." Finally the
> > > > > > > girl got
> > > > > > > fed up.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why
> > > > > > > you don't like me!
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: Yes!
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Boy: It's because you're uglier than
> > > > > > > freak! What's the point of going out
> > > > > > > with
> > > > > > > someone when they're not pretty?!
> > > > > > > (The nerve!! soo superficial!!)
> > > > > > > Girl: But... I...
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > The boy leaves and the girl is sitting
> > > > > > > there alone, crying her heart out.
> > > > > > > Then her cell phone rings.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: Hello?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go
> > > > > > > home, ok? I'll be home from work in a
> > > > > > > few hours.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: Alright Mom.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Mom: I love you.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: I love you too, Mom.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Mom: Bye Bye.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: Bye
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > The girl heads home and once she got
> > > > > > > there, she went in the bathroom and
> > > > > > > looked
> > > > > > > at herself in the mirror.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Girl: I'm not pretty enough...
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > She set to work, knowing fully well
> > > > > > > what she was going to do. 2 hours
> > > > > > > later, her
> > > > > > > Mom came home and heard the bath water
> > > > > > > running. She went upstairs to find the
> > > > > > > hallway flooded so she knocked on the
> > > > > > > door.
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Mom: Honey? Are you alright?
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > She opened the door and was shocked at
> > > > > > > the site. The bath was overflowing onto
> > > > > > > the floor, and the water was tinted
> > > > > > > red. She walked over to see what was
> > > > > > > inside
> > > > > > > and screamed. There, her little girl
> > > > > > > was lying with cuts all over her face
> > > > > > > and
> > > > > > > wrists. Her Mom backed away and was
> > > > > > > going to run to call the police when
> > > > > > > something caught her eye. On the
> > > > > > > mirror were these words written in
> > > > > > > blood: "Am I
> > > > > > > pretty enough now?"