Women are just like orange juice cartons! It's not the shape or size that matters, or even how sweet the juice is. Its getting those F#*king flaps to open. Fancy a maths test? you plus me, subtract the clothes, add the bed, divide the legs, multiply the orgasms. Fancy a maths test? You have been charged with invading my fantasies, you have been sentenced to 48 hours of sex with me. How do you plead?
