The moral of the story is I need someone with whom we can appreciate the dueling forces of sexual euphemisms involving "pork" and "bone." (My view: "bone" is fine, "pork" is probably the most disgusting euphemism ever, both are acceptable and add differing degrees of flava to one's speech.)
Also if you look through my photos, you can see a recently-posted comment that made my girlish fancy do donuts in the front yard that is my sleep-deprived mind.
Goddamn, there is a bunch of tasks to do tomorrow and it is already tomorrow.