You know that it's been WAAAY to long when, and it's time to find a new playmate when you are sitting in the church basement in your Grandmother's town, surrounded by other equally old and religious women, and the elderly gentleman who is calling out the Bingo numbers (Yes, church basement, old ladies, and bingo. You don't need to remind me.) says into his microphone:
"O 69. O 69. O. O. O 69."
And all I can think about is dirty deeds and the lovely moans that go along with them.
*bangs head on computer desk*
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