Lately, I am finding myself with the very bad habit of picturing what people would be like in the sack. I don't know why this is. Perhaps it's just a way to combat boredom at work, or while driving, or in my wanderings elsewhere. Unfortunately, this mostly just leaves me disturbed and/or scarred. Enough so that I may have to resort to some trepanning soon, or washing out my brain with Drain-O (of the environmentally-conscious, animal-ingredient-free kind, of course).

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