I got 150
i've a rather interesting score, but since i expect--and FUCKING hope--to be treated different upon delivery of this information to the present masses, my lips stay taut (yet, wet...for those interested). ahh, my back is tired! not (only) from my bouncing bountiful yet low hanging breasts, but from the burden that is knowing my intelligence sets me apart from those around me. whisky tango abound, and my eyes scanning the tops of their heads for what they missed! ahh! i musn't tell my score to you all! i can't! but i can continue to allude to it! continue to hint and tease and pray you ask so i have to tell you!! oh no! don't ask! D: