Now... Not sayin, but sayin: I am open minded enough to understand that some sort of pleasure is derived from 'the action'... What bothers me is the lack of sense... and the excuses as to why it got 'up there'...
Take a billiard ball... Now, there is a decided line of no return... Once you pass the 'equator', you ain't getting it back... Common sense should prevail...
And if you have a peanut butter jar (true story) stuffed up your southernmost pore, NOBODY, and I do mean nobody, is gonna believe you fell in the shower, landed on it, and up it went...
I mean the dumbassery involved not thinking forward enough to know the point of no return, requiring a crazy trip to the emergency room... You'd think one would naturally...
Well no, not naturally... The act is against nature...
