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The file-sharing hub is usually filled with fascinating conversation, like which hentai has the hottest tentacles or which laundry room is best for picking up women, but lately it's been saturated with social morés of unprecedented distinction.
Take this excerpt, supposedly from a real live girl:
<araneae> ARRGH
<araneae> the prof is STILL iming for me sex on the hour every hour
<araneae> why won't he shut the **** up
<NWX> maybe because you keep saying no?
<hjkl> araneae, is this a prof that has taught you
<araneae> nah
<NWX> well, that's a shame
<DragonForce> how many times have you done him?
<araneae> once
<araneae> we ****ed last thursday
But it wouldn't be student-teacher misappropriation without a wacky foible:
<hjkl> do you keep a log book or all the guys/girls you've been with
<araneae> a .txt file actually
<araneae> although I did rate all my sex partners from 1 to 5 and then graph them according to age
Cornell University, everybody, home of groundbreaking graduate research. Ms. "Araneae" plans to publish her ongoing study in the form of an appearance on BangBus.com and develop a psychological disorder by the time she hits 35.







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