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She can’t stop staring and she walks toward him and says, You have a big nose, and he smiles and says, But you don’t know what I do with it.

They sit there, debating “mutually assured destruction,” and can’t help but feeling turned on. Political scientists thinking dirty thoughts.

He caresses her nipple. I love cake, she says. He kisses her other nipple. But sometimes cake’s not tasty, she says. And he gets out of bed.

He embarrasses her and knows it. He’s short and smells funny. But when you shake his hand, you know. Because then you see the “magic finger”

So I’m like all you know and like messed up and she’s like all that’s so cool, whatever and so we hooked up and shit and I woke up in Topeka