Dribble on my chin

I was in a foul mood - physically frustrated as all fuck, wondering "welllllll, I haven't promised I would remain a chaste young Penelope - surely one little wee innocent rocks-off with a discreet young man couldn't hurt much," and then hating on myself, since I hung up my slut-cape long before now. Now, when it could hurt - alot - because the promises you make with your mouth aren't the most important kind. Hating the world, wondering why my ex-advisor hadn't got back to me yet when I wrote him a whole two hours ago, and such.

Then I found this. I defy you to maintain a grump after spending five minutes with it, and if you can, I'll hit you. How about that? Then we'll all be happy.