A number of posts lately hint at Clutchfanners' potentially low confidence levels when interacting with potential, uh, significant others. Here's some help. Pro Tip: One can simply substitute "boy" for "girl" and "him" for "her" if appropriate, the advice is still sound.
Never ask permission bros. No matter how much those damn sexual assault training videos tell you otherwise.
Just get that ass man. Let the animal instinct take over. It's not hard. Just stop being a whiny little millennial flannel-snorting shitbeak and crush the ass. Jesus.
Totally. Then you use a language known only to Cappadocian swine herders and insult her ancestor's social standing. This will be followed by guttural moans similar to a bull elk during the first rut of the season. The dank scent and flowing fertility of a strong cow will invite an aura of pleasure to overcome your senses.
Weren't Kate's ancestors dairy farmers from the Taurus Mountains on the southern border of Cappadocia, who practiced such guttural moaning traditions. Spoiler