Throughout Oliver's theories about chafing, Georgie couldn't help but grimace and wish her vagina never got calloused enough that chaffing wasn't a problem, but neither were the nuanced sensations of a good diddling a thing anymore. "Yeah don't do that. Don't get callouses from overuse."
Crossing her arms, Georgie grinned. "Getting creative is my specialty. You haven't experienced it all until you get an Aussie french kiss while sprawled out on top of a pinball machine."
Rolling her eyes, she sighed deeply. "I didn't take credit for it I just said it was pretty big Britain. Calm down Big Bird." She turned to Oliver, deciding to ignore Edwin for a second. "It's black street kids. It's a great sci-fi thing but also shows they're not two-dimensional criminals just because they're black and live in estates. Oh, and there's also The Who's Tommy and Pink Floyd's The Wall."