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21st Century Problems: Be Careful Who U Sext…I mean Text (#13) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)


"21st Century Problems: Be Careful Who U Sext…I mean Text (#13)"

So I meant to send this really naughty text message to Terry in hopes that maybe I could catch him at a weak moment and we make up (sexually) and Terry would be my FTM boyfriend again. This is the text message I sent:

Are u feeling dirty? How bout a shower for 2 at my place 2night?
I can work u out real good.

Unfortunately, the text message went to my mother instead of Terry. Who responded:

This is ur mother. Make sure u shower ur brain real good and watch the “send” button more closely.

My game is off. I need those Justin Bieber dating videos to come in. ASAP.

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