I didn't want to know where I was conceived (idea) by moJoe

At the very least they didn't tell you how you were conceived. There is nothing quite like hearing about the acrobatic exploits of ones own mother. I had the benefit of growing up with an asexual mother and an alcoholic step father and thus, never had to endure listening to mom's head slam into the wall or any sort of depraved grunting noises. Some of my friends, however, were hardly so lucky and almost nightly drifted off to sleep accompanied by the lurid sounds of awkward middle-aged passion.

I count my blessings.

How I met my Mother in Law	Horny Exchange Students	The Passion of Ayn Rand	Is Humanism Molesting Your Child?
Misconceptions about our conception	Asexual	Garden of Eden	Entropy as a housekeeping method
The cold fire of a false passion	Shao Kahn	Count Zero	September 10, 2000
Strange things homeless people have said to me	MOSFET	Child Support Agency	University of Rhode Island
The Diamond Age: Or, a Young Lady's Illustrated Primer	Cascade, California	Where's your child?	WinMX
Engrish	Wallow	Hacker Ethic