I seem to have a lot of toothbrush epiphanies lately. Today's involved the sexism about twins. More specifically, it involved the sexism about having sex with twins. It's always some guy terribly excited about sleeping with two girl twins. Having known a few twins, the girls are never that anxious about having sex in the same bed as their sister for some reason. But that is all beside the point. The point is that you never see a pizza commercial where a girl is fantasizing about having sex with two guy twins.
This whole threesome make-up has been a topic of mine for ages (keeping in mind that I'm a terrible prude and live through the threesome stories of my many, many adventurous friends...enough that I think I'm the last prude on the planet). It's always, in theory, two girls and a guy, which has all sorts of logistical problems. In reality, it's always two guys and a girl...which is much more anatomically correct and realistic.
Anyways, the whole sexism about twins was enough to pause my toothbrush this morning and is a topic worthy enough for me spend time about while waiting for my pizza to arrive.
The moral of today's story: table salt dissolves porch ice like rock salt does.
An Erinku:
blue ball
bouncy
wrecking
permanence
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