Maybe we lost the plot a bit in 2015. Maybe we didn’t sleep enough. Maybe we didn’t work out enough. Maybe we swallowed a bit too many of those tiny pills Stacy was passing around at that party. You know, the white ones with the smiley faces on them and the Chanel logo on the other side. We certainly drink too much. Is this perhaps why our wives and girlfriends are more excited to bypass the shaft, venturing all the way down to the sea-floor to run a wet tongue up and down our nether-regions? I don’t even know if...
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