We Know How Many People You’ve Had Sex With
http://www.buzzfeed.com/javiermoreno/we-know-how-many-people-youve-hooked-up-with#.ga7k22rWz
You got: 712
You’ve gotten a good amount of play in your day, and know your way around a bedroom. Doing you is exactly what you know how to do. Keep on keeping on.
Not me
They really got it wrong. Honestly they did. 
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but enough to make for some nice memories...
Hi! 
Happy Sunday!...
Was this you? I did the quiz again answering as I thought you might ...
You have your share of good times in life. You’re the total package that borders on perfection. I mean you’re so good who could possibly resist?
A very happy Sunday to you too. 
Naw, I'm kidding. I didn't take the quiz, but you got me right anyway...
for sexy time, call this number.
Or, should I ask, how do you find the time?
712 Wind? I bow to you.
Your own true love.
I'll bet Lake George is still covered in snow today.
In the spirit of this thread...
You have your share of good times in life. You’re the total package that borders on perfection. I mean you’re so good who could possibly resist?
not bad at all 
There were only just so many answers I was willing to change and still be me.
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WTF?? Completely ridiculous quiz.
My alibi: It was the Seventies and we were all into sex, drugs, rock and roll, bell bottom pants and growing our hair.
AIDS did not exist yet and most of the girls were on the birth control pill. We told our mamas we were taking it to clear up our acne.
Yeah right.
We had FWBs before they were called that. I happened to be on the right side of the supply-demand equation, as I call it. I was a girl.
Still am, actually.
Yup, been there, done that.
Only a few days ago I said "I wish things were more like the 70s now". 
Those really were the good old days.
I'm so old I remember the days of the ten dollar lid. A kid in my Latin class in high school brought Cheech 'n' Chong's first album to school and put it on the record player when the teacher was down the hall yakking with the other teachers. It certainly was part of my education. "Door Number Three. YOU'RE BUSTED!" "Dave's not here!" "Mr. Puckleschwartz!"
But we had good hash. Boy did we have good hash. College in the Seventies.....fond memories. I have a picture of myself with long hippy dippy hair parted in the middle and about 4 inches beyond my shoulder. It got so heavy I couldn't deal with it or even wash it. I can't believe I had hair that long. My grandmother said "If you wash your hair too much you'll RUIN it!" I couldn't figure out what that meant because I had typical greasy hair and had to wash it every day. She went to the beauty salon on Saturday and never
touched it for a week. That didn't work for me. I never ratted my hair. My older sister was around in the days of the ratted bubble. I couldn't stand to have hair I couldn't comb through. I have to keep my hair trimmed or it gets wild looking.
In high school my dad wanted to help me fit in so he took me to a beautician that gave me a Jane Fonda shag with the little tendrils down the back, like she wore in the movie "Klute". But Mom thought it was horrible, because she wanted me to look like Shirley Temple. I think those stinky ammonia perms our moms gave us were child abuse. I was 19 when I finally got a good haircut and found out I had curly hair. Mom couldn't keep her mitts off my hair long enough to find out what I had.
No I never got hash oil. Never dropped acid either. I missed a FEW things. Not too many, but a few.
Everybody starts lying about sex at about 11 or 12 years old, you know.
