My exboyfriend would come over drunk and we'd have sex for hours. I would have to put a "be back later" sign on my vagina after while.
Anyway, he also had the habit of talking in his sleep, and not in that way you sleepily mumble some incoherent thing when you "accidentally" touch a girl's boob at a party at 4am after everyone passed out. This guy would clearly and succinctly narrate his dreams in a conversational tone.His roommate, being a complete dick, decided to record the darkest parts of McGregor's psyche for shits and giggles. Together they released the album because it was the 60s and people just did stuff like that.
Haha I'm gonna get some punani soon ya fucks!