My so-called liberal mother is really such a prude," the high school cheerleader sadly told her locker partner. "She said that I could only pet with my dates if they didn't touch me below the waist."
"Oh, that's too bad," her schoolmate commiserated. "What do you intend to do about it?"
"Well," the cheerleader giggled, "the first thing I'm going to do is learn to stand on my head."
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