Sure, modern medicine has things like medicine, but people spend billions of dollars on this stuff every despite no evidence any of it works. What's the worry?
Assphyxia had a client who tried to work himself like a butter churn in between visits to see her. His weapon of choice was the wooden handle of his bathroom plunger.
Asking a couple if they would be amenable to you joining them for sex is awkward at best, and I've found even getting them to include you in dinner plans can be a hassle.
After seeing Part One, you have no reason to want to see Part Two. And after seeing Part Two, there's got to be something considerably not right with you to want to watch Part Three.
I recently had occasion to spend several days in the hospital and, along the way, there were special levels and layers of lunacy that made my stay kind of unnerving.
A real relationship full of shared bills and wasted hours flicking through Netflix only to watch regular TV instead because nothing's on. These arguments are pretty much inevitable.
