In the midst of talking with an angry drunk friend of mine over instant messenger, a true gem of crassness surfaced from the roiling pools of genius. As I attempted to rid my friend of the notion that sex with one of his knobbly exes was ever good... the perfect rhetorical question came to mind:
"Come on, wasn't it like fucking a folding chair?"
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