The hay gets everywhere you don't want it to get.

Yeah, I see your point 3894. Hay often has bugs, too.

While I'm sure I buy all sorts of things from people who I fundamentally disagree with, I feel better about buying from them if I'm in the dark about their abhorrent beliefs.

Of course, I love me some bible-versing In-n-Out.

Eh, they said that about sex on the beach, too. But only nimrods took that to mean you can't use a blanket. It's never about the textile sensation of the sand grinding against your nether regions, but about the wonder of the outdoors enhancing one's natural enthusiasms, and the waves crashing ashore timed to your own cresendo.


Ok, I'm willing to admit that a roll in the hay, when not used metaphorically, means a roll in the hay. If hay wasn't really comfortable to roll in, why would hay rides be popular? Either way, hay gone haywire or bugs in the mix, I'm willing to chance it for the imaginary tryst with the studly farmer boy.

So do some of the farmers...

Most hayrides are done clothed, methinks.

OMG! Don't tell me you have sex naked?

Is that what you've been doing wrong?

Well, at least I haven't gotten pregnant.

That's where Sarah Palin went wrong raising Bristol...she thought the repeated hay rides sounded so fun and innocent that she forgot to remind Bristol to wear clothes.

My experience is that men generally aren't all that picky. ;)