Grap up your gram

Can't. Stop. Self. Must. Blog. Virgin. Story.

In fact, I live in an apartment in which seven of nine people are virgins. And we are a happy bunch for the most part. Nothing is wrong with us - well, you know, nothing major. We're all a little weird. One of us doesn't like cheese. Another farts frequently. Another writes biographies of cross-country runners he's never met. But we're all happy. And we're all seniors. And we're all virgins. So I'm not completely alone. |link|