"You had better. When I do it, it is not canoodling."
"Same thing."
"Madam," said Istvhan, his voice dropping nearly an octave, "I have made love. I have had sex. I have bedded, rutted, fucked, and on one occasion, with enthusiastic consent and a great deal of oil, I have sodomized, but I have never, not once, canoodled."
This is "The End of Canoodling." Carrying around a fine interest of beauty.
Once again, Ivan was again screaming out the window again: "Please, will anybody please canoodle with my wife?"
Vlad, who has waited day after day out on the sidewalk, raises his arm. "Vlad is here," he says. "Vlad is always here."
Ivan again slams his hand down on the windowsill again. "Not Vlad!" he says. "Never Vlad!"
Vlad weeps. Meanwhile, Ivan's wife sighs on her poodle divan. She realizes things are bad these days, but canoodling should come easy. Her favorite soap opera, Opal of Lust and Influence, tells her so.
Straight men are all virgins. Hear me out. So losing your virginity, for female bodied persons, means being penetrated by a peepee, right? So wouldn't gender equality dictate that male bodied people also get penetrated by da peepee in order to lose their virginity? Or does doing any smexy stuffs count as losing your V-card? If that's the case then every teenager who has so much as fiddled will there canoodle are no longer virgins. Where is the line?