For those of you who thought better of me and thought I wouldn't end this story with a punchline akin to one from "Two and a Half Men" I have 3 statements in my defense:
1. In an entertainment world where purvaisinve violence and gore is becoming more and more acceptable, where CSI is on prime time TV 12 nights a week with it's graphic depiction of violent crimes and "Saw" is coming to us in 3D...I believe that of sex and violence, sex is the one taboo weshould find far less harmful to our collective psyche than violence.
2. Why the heck would you think "better of me"? Have we never met? Have you not laid witness to my knuckleheadedness before? And what's more...did you think I actually had an ending in mind when I started this story?
3. Let's read a Herbie comic!