“Well, we could have a shag?”
The generic boy answer to any trauma/inspiration/stressiness/awakeness to girl. If only girls had the same wonderfully simple answer to everything, ever.
“It would calm you down.”
The same boy reasoning echoes around the many marital beds throughout the land. Then…..
The collective silence of every boy considering what their next perfectly worded utterance will be to achieve the never ending coitus goal…
“I’ve washed my nob.”