I think I'm the most ticklish person in the world. People have gotten mad at me for shreiking so loudly and kicking, yet they're they ones tickling me. Makes no sense. Curtis once tickled me to the point that I completely burst into hysterical sobs. He stopped and looked at me like I just grew a second head. It actually sort of surprised me as well. But freak......stop tickling me! I can't take it.
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This is so perfect for me too. Preston gets all upset when after protesting his tickling I smack him (less violently then it sounds obviously) I couldn't agree more.
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