8:14 p.m. - 2007-03-10
Death of Eros
She squealed in a ululating voice, over and over, half joy, half pain, (wait, he thought, post feministically, who am I to presume the implications of her moans?), so he asked her, "what do you mean by your moans that sound like half joy, half pain to me?" "Just that, she replied, but your having to ask about it has destroyed the erotic tension of the moment and I'm not in the mood anymore, so forget about driving the old avenger home." The End
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