She's right, you know

 She just is.

My SO once told me that it was on our honeymoon that I gave her the best sex she's ever experienced.  Which is a bit of luck, really, as you never know what you're going to get when you're in a foreign place and you don't know the escort agencies well.

It's only fair: she took his electric razor, when they split up, I understand.

Got there eventually.  Well done.  Now let's talk about ironing pleats.

Don't worry: he won't allow himself to be improperly influenced.  Properly influenced, yes, certainly, possibly even vigorously influenced.  But no more than that.

Women, eh?  Sometimes you're supposed to scream in agony, sometimes you're supposed to stay silent.  How are we supposed to know?  I mean, unless they use ball-gags and stuff.