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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

She lost the bet and that’s why she was crawling toward him, dressed in nothing but Saran Wrap, Detroit Rock City blaring out of the stereo.