Like sweeping damn ants into a pile.
Social lubricants provide means to get girls naked and launch rants.
Cosmic balance demands the death of a talented third-world poet in complementary exchange. She wants him to love her before she kills him. This is followed by obligatory male tit photos. Mr. Spanky and the Riding Crop come into play, leaving red stripes and little circular marks on several buttocks. Soothing lotions applied liberally.