Now you're ready to kiss her, whereupon thereafter you work your way south to that wonderful recreational site God, being a civil engineer, so cleverly placed next to a sewer dump, wondering why you wasted a cup of mouthwash. From this date forward, everybody who reads this post will have it come to mind the next time they visit said rec site, and you will yell out, "Damn you, Phin!" She'll then ask you who the hell is Phin, then start questioning your sexual orientation.
To think it all started with a swig of Scope. Call it the butterfly effect, which reminds me...
Quoting, in case you've got Phin on "ignore". Call it the locust effect.