A Good Sport

Kids, I enjoy a sense of humor in the bedroom as well as the boardroom. A couple of dirty jokes before, say, a 69 is usally a great ice-breaker. Or if you fall off the bed during a particularly gymnastic-Cirque-du-Soleil sexathon, I'll probably laugh my ass off. But I am NOT a good sport when it comes to general retardedness. Using my boobs as bicycle horns, per se. Or worse, mistakenly thinking that every woman wants the money shot right in the face, cuz hey, that's how they do it on Spice! But it gets worse. I was told, very gleefully, by a guy aquaintance, that when his girlfriend gives HIM a rim job (yep, we're back on the rim jobs again), he repeatedly thwocks her on the forehead with his penis. That's right, THWOCKS. Now, I don't believe giving rim jobs is in my immediate future. But say I died and was reincarnated as this woman, right at the unfortunate moment that she was getting THWOCKED on the forehead, I do believe I would go all Puppetry of the Penis on his shit. Like in the permanent shape of a monkey getting beat by a tire iron.