My contribution to sexual douche baggery is called the Carl Lewis, in honor of the Gold Medal long jumper. Here is the jest of it. When your girl is asleep, (for the perfect score of 10, she must be on her back), you run, buck naked, jump over the foot board of your bed, and landing with your feet apart on each side of her head, with your hands on each side of her lower body, all the while your sack lands on her nose, mouth, and chin region. If executed correctly, you may yell whatever you want in truimph, but for me, it would be, "ITS A NEW WORLD RECORD!" Things that could go wrong: You epic fail the Carl Lewis, misjudging speed and distance, and you end up with an exploded ballbag, and shattered taint. Your girl ends up looking like she just ate a overhand right from Ernie Shavers. And how do you explain said epic fail to the E.R. doctors? Horrible frisbee-golf accident? Sorry son, but dog just ain't gonna hunt. But performed flawessly, it is like man landing on the moon. Something to tell your grand kids.
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