A: Sex is overrated, just so you know.
B: You keep telling me this. How do I know this isn't one of those times when, say, you have a piece of cake: You try it, then tell me, "oh wow, don't eat this, it's disgusting." But then you just keep on eating it.
A: I mean, if the cake is there, obviously I'm going to eat it.
B: Touche.
A: I must be missing something. Like, my cake must be missing frosting.
B: Oh. You'll get your "frosting," all right.
Cake has turned out to be the best, unintentional metaphor for sex, ever.
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