My new theory: Maybe having wild sex doesn’t require brains at all.
There are times when I just wish I was straight-up dumber than a coffee cup of squirrel crap. This mostly has to do with the fact that I’m starting to believe that the dumbest people are having the best sex. Seriously. Think about it.
Remember that show “Jersey Shore”? (You do, trust me.) Look at those people.
I’m not saying they weren’t street-smart or whatever, but c’mon, let’s be honest. Snooki and J-Wow and The Situation weren’t exactly tripping over each other’s barbells to listen to NPR in the afternoons, you know? But then again, they sure did seem to be having a lot of sex. And I’m guessing it had to be pretty good sex, too, since they usually went back down to the club and wrangled up more, like 14 hours later.
Then again, maybe I’m just trippin’.
