Nice people don't say such things

As Victoria, the Queen of the unblemished told her followers, I am telling you again. There's a proper decorum you must observe. Back in the days when lollipop was a prized possession, we are taught what is right: what's appropriate and what not to say. We've mastered the art of please and thank you's and the ahhh's and hala's of the improper. We get a star if we're good and a raised eyebrow with matching tsk tsk tsk if we're not. So life became thus, a constant approval. Everyone expected to conform to a set of standards set before we were born.
In a country where the population grows way faster than you can say condom, it amazes me how 75% cannot even utter the word SEX without giggling. I can hear my pop saying: "It is the Catholic Church that encourages the proliferation of the poor so people become desperate and cling on to God."
Before I go deeper into the matters of demographics, society and influence of Religion [the things that really mean something] I will divert my attention into a psycho babble about those that satisfy our gossip hungry eyes. There's that thing the tactful call censorship, so what's left to do? Blog it.. NO sources required. wink!

I am giving myself ten minutes for this, so let's go down and dirty. Jotted down are random theories/revelations/hearsays/inventions from my alternate brain, emerging from my sore eye.

I may have cheated once or twice, but never on a quiz.

I can kiss you and it won't mean anything.

It is so much easier for me sleeping with him than giving you a smack on the lips, maybe because I like you..a lot.

You have a really bad odor, do you mind changing your shirt?

She's really way better than you and much prettier too.

[While making out with the love of his life] This doesn't change anything right?

I love the way I can never really have you, makes the chase worthwhile.

Yes, your haircut makes you look like a peacock from hell.

I am in love, and I seriously wish it was with you.

I am in love... but ask me again when September ends.

Ganja babe, oh my sweet Ganja babe, I love the way I love you and the way I misbehave.

He is my breath of fresh air. I like the way things are between us.

He's got the nicest cock I've ever seen.

I fell in love once, that's enough.

I think I'm destined to be a player all my life.

I don't want kids of my own. I know I'll be a bad mother.

I know you've been waiting but I've been out making babies.

I do like playing temptress but you'd never see what's under these clothes.

I was kissing you and I liked it too. But I couldn't get his face off my mind.