This is what happens when your daughter works in an "intimacy boutique"
Adam trying to go voluntarily comatose while our daughter and her bestie discuss their favorite condom brands:
đ Not that I wasn't cringing too but watching Adam try to crawl inside a tiny corner of his own brain, curl into a fetal position and sob until his eyes bled was priceless.
So I asked her for more details.
Yeah, I know. I'm a terrible human being.
