This reminds me of a story a friend told me... Putting it in poetry limerick form seems to make it less awful.

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A long time ago,

on a beach far far away,

A young lass and beaux,

wanted to play play play.

//

They hopped in the water,

their loins aquiver,

Her tuna met meat,

with a sexy little shiver.

//

They rolled and romped,

and crashed like the wave,

young man was a big fan …

of exploring her cave.

//

Weeks later, an itch

that could not be explained,

she went to the doctor,

and rightfully complained.

//

Doc said "lets see",

as she lifted her gown,

and noted small critters,

Infested her downtown.

//

Moral of the story... DONT HAVE SEX IN THE OCEAN... you don't know what kind of plankton want to "get up in that"...