I have watched on as a couple of youths are violently locking faces for what seems to have been my entire young adulthood. It seems like a real tongue work-out. A jaw-aching effort. Unfortunately, after witnessing this spectacle, the image of these two making out have been engraved onto my mind. No creative content is coming out of me today. All I can think about is what will be coming out of them tonight; most likely a sliver of fluid from him and a subsequent look of pity from her.