Charli with Tom Byron From Sweden With Love

What a horrible thing to say.

Well, life is not sunshine and roses.

I mean, at any moment, a meteor could fall from the sky, and blammo, you're dead.

I doubt very much at the moment a meteor's gonna blammo me from the sky.

Well, probably not. The laws of probability are against it.

I've been taking this class, uh, physics class, on randomness.

The, uh, universe doesn't work in the fixed pattern we thought it did.

Things change. - How?

Well, let me show you.

Not that I mind a slight case of seduction, but I do have a boyfriend.

Now, you never expected this, did you?

I mean, your boyfriend is probably this big college linebacker

that would kill me if he saw me doing this.

Logic would dictate that I would never put my hand on your tit,

and put my hand underneath your pants.

I can see.

And logic would dictate that you would probably remove one or both of them,

or maybe even go so far as to hit me.

I can see that, too. But what about the unknown factors?

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