QUOTE : I booked hotel rooms in the city, I lit candles, I planned surprise weekend getaways, I bought porn! My Google search history is probably still full of all the porn I bought, and tomorrow I might get hit by a bus and people will see my Google porn history and it won’t be pretty!” I sob. “For three years I tried everything I could to get my husband to have sex with me, and nothing worked. Now I’m going to die, sexless and alone, with student/teacher pornography stuck in my cookies!”<br /><br />Ariel quickly drops down next to me, grabs the Clone-a-Willy from my hand and chucks it across the room.<br /><br />“You are NOT going to die sexless and alone with anything stuck in your cookie, aside from another much larger, much more enjoyable frickle,” Ariel reassures me.<br /><br />“He really didn’t have a very satisfying frickle. God, I miss sex,” I say with a sigh.<br /><br />“His frickle was fucked, and he wouldn’t know how to use it if he had a road map and a tour guide.”<br /><br />“See? It’s fun saying frickle!” Belle exclaims.