Lesbian

I moved to the neighborhood because there were so many attractive young women there. Little did I know that I was moving to a neighborhood with the highest concentration of lesbians in the entire city.

At least you can get a good cup of coffee there.

A girl goes into the doctor's office for a checkup. As she takes off her blouse, he notices a red »H« on her chest.
»How did you get that mark on your chest?« asks the doctor.
»Oh, my boyfriend went to Harvard and he's so proud of it that he never takes off his Harvard sweatshirt, even when we make love,« she replies.
A couple of days later, another girl comes in for a checkup. As she takes off her blouse, he notices a blue »Y« on her chest.
»How did you get that mark on your chest?« asks the doctor.
»Oh, my boyfriend went to Yale and he's so proud of it that he never takes off his Yale sweatshirt, even when we make love,« she replies.
A couple of days later, another girl comes in for a checkup. As she takes off her blouse, he notices a green »M« on her chest.
»Do you have a boyfriend at Michigan?« asks the doctor.
»No, but I have a girlfriend at Wisconsin. Why do you ask?«

she ran away from her parents' white-picket-fenced suburbia to live in the lesbian capital of the known universe. numerologists studied the postal code and discovered a correspondence between the first 6 digits and the letters of sappho's name. she didn't care about that. she had to figure out what the new rules were and what the new game was called.