You know that hot flatworm that I've been humping the last few months? Turns out the human upstairs has been boinking her too.
I didn't think you minded her sleeping around, as long as you got yours.
I don't, but I just found out she'd burrowed into a corned beef sandwich yesterday, and was accidentally eaten for lunch. Guess that proves the best laid planaria of mice and men often go in rye.
