I can't remember many times where mixing food and sex didn't result in a disgusting mess. Then again, I suppose it's my own fault for discarding the whipped cream in favor of an entire turducken.
I don't want the stress or responsibility of mojo, someone else can take it. Between my life and the Sox, this has not been a good few days and the last thing I need is to be mojo-responsible in the event of a loss.