I've decided that interviewing therapists is what one-night stands must be like.

Here, let me share a bunch of intimate details of my life with you and then never call you again.
 
If the chocolate's too hot, the banana slices don't properly hold it, they thaw too quickly and you end up with a lump of sticky chocolate-and-banana watery goo, instead of yummy frozen banana slices covered in chocolate.


....what?
This is the worst double entendre I've ever seen.
 
Not to rain on anyone's parade, but
food and sex shouldn't be happening at the same time. And I used to write a sex blog about some pretty perverted stuff!
 
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