Actually girls do poo. A very dashing friend of mine tells the story of losing his virginity to a far too sophisticated femme fatale who was waaaay more experienced than him. He moved her in to his parents place when they were on holiday and spent two weeks being educated in the ways of the flesh. His halcyon summer abruptly ended one morning when deciding she'd had enough of his youthful banality curled up a hot breakfast on his chest, grabbed her kit bag and let herself out never to be seen or heard from again.
Actually girls do poo. A very dashing friend of mine tells the story of losing his virginity to a far too sophisticated femme fatale who was waaaay more experienced than him. He moved her in to his parents place when they were on holiday and spent two weeks being educated in the ways of the flesh. His halcyon summer abruptly ended one morning when deciding she'd had enough of his youthful banality curled up a hot breakfast on his chest, grabbed her kit bag and let herself out never to be seen or heard from again.