Some conversations slide sideways before they even stand up straight. This one starts in the gentlest of places—nostalgia, grammar, bladder control—and ends up somewhere between adolescence, urinal etiquette, and a deeply regrettable wool garment from the Edwardian era. There are poems, of course, and bold new theories about whether your mate's general horniness is a personality trait or a vitamin deficiency.

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We dig into memory, shame, and the kind of character-building moments that only happen when you’re slightly too naked and very far from home. There's also a brief detour into the mechanics of self-pleasure, a moment of self-reflection that accidentally turns sincere, and a running tally of unnecessary things said out loud. At one point, someone says “My Grandmother’s Codpiece” and nobody flinches.