Honeymoon Hotels

Honeymoon HotelsI think, hey, that can't just be mist rising over the Pocono Mountains this a.m. Uhuh. That is a sexual greenhouse effect, I bet: the steamy residue, the hot-air slag from 5000 passionate groin encounters last night. There is a sheet-lightning flash. And I say to Moompsie, my wife, "See? The atmosphere itself just discharged static build-up from what must be a higher concentration of orgasms per capita than any where else in America." You've heard about hitting your sex...