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SEX AND EARTHQUAKES IN CALIFORNIA
During the earthquake in Los Angeles, January 18, 1989
(10:55 p.m. 5.0) I was fucking my girlfriend.
She said, "I'm coming!"
"Oh, oh," I said. "This might be the big one."
"I think it is!" she said, moaning and screaming.
"Oh Gawd," she said afterwards, "It was just like an earthquake!"
"It was," I said.
"You're so nonchalant, honey. That's what I always disliked about you. I bet you'd be scared out of your gourd if a real earthquake struck."
"Naw," I said.
"You got small," she said.
"Am I?"
"You don't know if you got small?"
"The damages," I said.
She smiled proudly, enfolding me to her, restoring equilibrium, just like the earth did round its axis after that careening good time.
(10:55 p.m. 5.0) I was fucking my girlfriend.
She said, "I'm coming!"
"Oh, oh," I said. "This might be the big one."
"I think it is!" she said, moaning and screaming.
"Oh Gawd," she said afterwards, "It was just like an earthquake!"
"It was," I said.
"You're so nonchalant, honey. That's what I always disliked about you. I bet you'd be scared out of your gourd if a real earthquake struck."
"Naw," I said.
"You got small," she said.
"Am I?"
"You don't know if you got small?"
"The damages," I said.
She smiled proudly, enfolding me to her, restoring equilibrium, just like the earth did round its axis after that careening good time.
Published 7th Apr 2014
| Edited 8th Apr 2014
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