Anastasia, I can’t stop thinking about sex. I’m obsessed!
Maybe I can distract you, Carl.
How about we talk about fun websites?
All I can think of is a nerd humping a laptop.
We could talk about… boats?
Sailors buggering each other. Like, really happily and enthusiastically.
Again, grouches fucking.
Two nasty nuns?
That’s the name of the last porno I watched.
Change the subject.
What about… kissing?
Kissing? Whoa… I… I’ve got nothing! I think I can focus a little bit. Keep going!
A wiener points to the floor and then it points to the ceiling?
I… I gotta do laundry today.
How about… grouches?
Oh shit! What time is it? I was supposed to pick up Grandma from the dog track!
Parted lips and warm thighs?
I… I remember creating a dance called “The Carl” in high school. The dance wasn’t popular, but getting my ass kicked was.