Kid, I’m gonna need you to have a seat over there on the group W bench.

I’m a Freud to ask what she was treating them for, but the tactic of having women listen to my problems until they just decide they would rather hump seems like it would have some merit.

Like if I think about it, every time my girlfriend sets into an issue all I can imagine is doing stuff to her that Shakespeare would allude to in a saucy way.