I am a fan of sex. Even when it's not nuzzling against my lap, I find it heartwarming to know it's still out there in the world. Yet sadly, there are people who insist on handling it recklessly.
Go ahead and get lost while your Kindle and I chat. I just want to talk some business.
Strep Throat: One woman uses her throat to tell people to stop being pussies.
There's nothing you can do about it, because the Universe is working to make sure the old man hates you forever.
Kid's going to make for a terrible first boyfriend.
Why is anyone naked, you know? Aren't we all, on some level, always naked, and also never naked? But on a more hometown level, I'm naked because I used my clothes to put out a fire someone started in your linen closet.
Thanks to romantic comedies and crappy comedians, we know that men are crude, shallow boors that only care about sex, and women are weepy sensitive hippies that only care about poetry and what's on the inside.
It's much simpler than you think.
If you can suddenly reinvent keeping warm while getting cozy with a great novel, there's no reason you can't reinvent keeping warm while getting cozy with a great lover.