Friday, July 13, 2007

Why Don't We Do It In The Mess?

I have made a disturbing discovery.

My desire to have sexual intercourse is directly proportional to how clean my house is.

I'm sure there are limitless fascinating reasons why a messy house moves me (in the strictly god-fearing, marital sense), but it makes no difference for all practical purposes. All that matters is that my house is nearly spotless, and not even the hottest doctor with the warmest speculum is interesting me.

Go figure.

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