Steamy…

Sometimes you’ll be looking for a little pick-me up and find yourself in the wonderful establishment known as Wiggin Street Coffee. You’ll sit down and sip your beverage. Maybe you’ll catch up with a cohort or do the reading that was due last week. More often than not, people will partake in conversation, and when you think about it hard enough their words sound a lot like phrases exchanged in the bedroom.

Fair warning: When I was 13, I had an awful and immature sense of humor just like the rest of my peers. Somehow they all grew out of the hilarity of sex jokes, and I just kept making them–so, sorry in advance.

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