Because even walking down the street in the most overpriced trendy spendy section of the city, that's right, the Lower East Side, where the blood, sweat, and tears of Eastern European early twentieth century immigrants rest, you can still find not one, not two, not three, but four (4!) unwrapped (and therefore presumably used) condoms on a one block span of sidewalk. And when one of them sticks to your friend's drunken heel (yes, even her heel was drunk) at 1am, you can laugh uncontrollably for five minutes straight.
And sometimes? You need a good five minute laugh.
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I wonder where these people are having sex that the condoms end up on the sidewalk!
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