Marriage is like a row boat: it fits two, it doesn't work on auto-pilot and it's very difficult to have sex in.
Drum Competitions are called such because no one wants to win the big Beat Off.
If I masturbate while Googling myself, which part is more redundant?
There's something vaguely erotic about watching a woman eat a banana while cupping two plums.
I take the Bible literally, but not seriously.
Catholic Church reasserts its moral authority on contraception: If God believed in birth control, altar boys would have a uterus.