Today's OneWord: Flannel

She wore bright red flannel and old denim jeans. She was every lesbian's happiest dream. She drank only dark stout and shunned IPA. Looking at her, I knew I was totally gay.

We danced after drinking a beer or six. We went to her room, and she showed me her tricks. She told me in the morning that she'd be sure to call. The stereotype was complete: Time for the U-Haul!

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