Wouldn't it be great if our bodies were designed so that instead of bad things, good things could be genealogical through sex? Like skills. 'Oh baby, I'm gonna do you 'til you can juggle.' 'Oh my God, don't stop 'til I'm a carpenter, brain* programming, air conditioner refrigeration, auto mechanic -- each the hell Sally Struthers says in that commercial.' 'How was your date last night? You get lucky?' 'I think my resume speaks for itself.'

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