After Stan screws with my memory, I’m pretty sure I was with a few dozen men (and kind of with Haley too?) But, I can’t remember all the damn details… so it doesn’t count. Right?
I am not sure if I should be pissed or not. I mean, I planned on fucking him at some point, but still, it’s the principle of the matter, ya know?
Sure, getting us exiled to Saudi Arabia was partially my fault for not babysitting Stan, but I had things to do. Besides, who says Arabs are sexually repressed?