Would hours and hours of wild sex cheer me up tonight?

[frank frankly]

I need something to get my mind off my mind! Everything feels heavy today, and maybe it's just the moon mixing with my blood, but as I read tonight about our amerikan empire, I'm feeling a lot like this:
"Everything is gonna burn
We'll all take turns
I'll get mine, too"
-the pixies

But if I called a ladyfriend, later, after a night of making out and buckwilding, I would feel like this:
"Two inevitables:
We can't avoid dying
Bursting through our barriers
They are one and the same."
-stereolab

Any suggestions? :shrug:

[Faygo Kid]

1. Cheer up! Somebody somewhere is having it

Not me, and probably not you, but someone is having those hours. Hope that cheers you up.

[La_Serpiente]

2. Ahhhh

well, what would I do?

I would bust out the booze and party the night away.

[tsipple]

3. Hmmmmm.... No

Hours and hours of wild sex would cheer you up tomorrow morning.

:evilgrin:

[BigMcLargehuge]

4. for one thing, turn off Stereolab

I think they pipe them into gas oven stores for a reason...

[toddzilla]

5. call ladyfreedom

she's been hard up for what seems like weeks!!

[prolesunited]

6. I think it would help

I know it sounds morbid, but some of the best, most passionate sex I've ever had has been after funerals. I think it's the sense of impending doom and death all around you that you just have some primal need to connect and feel alive again. Are you feeling something like that or am I just some sort of weirdo?

[Ellen Forradalom]

7. Stop taunting us married people.

It's not nice.