Sunday, February 4, 2007

Do you ever...

*find yourself with a sudden, uncontrollable urge to rush to the bathroom, only to find out you're all out of Kleenex and FHM issues?

*get all 'hot and bothered' at the most inappropriate occasions (i.e., in the middle of Biology class, in a crowded cinema, during your annual recollection/retreat, in an island where the only other inhabitants are middle-aged nuns, eunuchs, or tourists from any of the 10 countries with the highest AIDS rates)?

*hold a firm belief that 'self-gratification' is a sin punishable by eternal damnation in the fiery pits of hell, but still remain a slave to your 'biological' drives?

Have I got the solution for you, you naughty little horndog!