Point your toes away from you (downward) as far as you can.

It was awkward at the time, but later we all had a laugh about it.

Like he had a right to be uptight about Liv screwing whoever she pleased. He'd worked through six condoms—or was it seven?—in a tequila haze with the fuckbunny duo from the Hole.

[T]he dismal shrieks of demoniac rage […] roused phantoms of horror in her mind, far more terrific than all that dreaming superstition ever drew.