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Sex on a Hot Tin Roof

I used to have a cat named Sex. I didn’t name it. My roommate Chris H. had the honors. He was inspired by a mutual friend, Kevin F. who had cats named Gravity and Reality. Chris’ rationale was it would be hilarious to yell “SEEEEEEEEX! Here Sex! Come on, pussy,” across the neighborhood. Consequently we found other amusing things about that name. “Don’t be afraid of Sex, unless she bites or scratches.” “Hey. Sex is waiting for you, outside that door. Right now.” “You hurt Sex!” “Haven’t you been paying any attention to Sex?” “Is Sex all you think about?” “How much does Sex weigh?” “I keep playing with Sex, …..

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