I realized my penis is like a retarded little brother. It means well, but ultimately it's driven by curiosity and the need to be hugged.
Don't try to talk to me about sports. If a guy comes up and starts spitting out stats and what happened in the most recent game, to me, all he's saying is: 'Hey let's punch each other in the cock right after we pound these energy drinks out of a douche while we fuck our Ed Hardy t-shirts at dickhead camp.'
Kids who are the product of old sperm are not right. The fresher the mayo, the better the sandwich. That is a very simple formula.