Every so often I read Metafilter. Unfortunately, one of the links there lead to a discussion of the stupid and ridiculous sex tips that Cosmopolitan magazine has published over the years. Well and good, except that one "shakespeherian" wrote "Is anyone else as irrationally irritated by Cosmo's weird sex-crazed bashfulness, that supremely annoying way they say things like 'his special parts' and 'when you're doing the deed' while giving explicit instructions on watercoloring with your labia majora or whatever?" Unfortunately this immediately produced a mental picture I DID NOT WANT reinforced with an earworm, so I'll now pass it along to all of you in the hopes that it will instantly leave me in the Mark Twain tradition.
"Now keep in mind Joel can't control Where the movies begin or end (la-la-la) Because he used those special parts To make his robot friends."