In which Catherine yet again makes a whore of herself:
After my bio prof told the class that the only perfect thing in the universe is sex, and after discussing zoofilia and necrofilia in my ciencias sociales class, in which we all tried to engineer a way in which women could have sex with a dead body, since the prof thought only men could, and I volunteered my now-infamous Toothpick Theory, with which I am sure you are all aquainted, I went on to my Anthropology class, where we talked about how bonobos fuck for pleasure and to resolve conflicts. I whispered to my friends that I must be a bonobo. Much laughter ensues. We then move on to the fact that human females have lost their estrus period, meaning that we are sexually receptible at all times of the year and can have sex whenever we want. I turn to my friends and whisper "Mmmmmmm que rico!" And much laughter ensues. However, apparently I didn't _whisper_ because the laughter came not only from my friends, but from the entire auditorium as well.
Why do I bother trying to be normal?
Why do I bother trying to be normal?