But just who ARE the bad boys and girls really?

In my youthful experience, if you wanted to get lucky, you took out the daughter of the really churchy parents. The best candidates were the daughters of ministers or Xtian missionaries. Get `em away from Daddy and Mommy and they wanna party dirty. Word of warning... lock up the booze first. They'll drink ya dry and you're stuck holding their whining head as they puke their guts out. No sense of moderation... my kinda people.

I'm talking about my younger days, of course. My tastes are much more refined now. I like to talk too, now. (Maybe because I'm not good to go again in 30 seconds like I used to be) ;)

And I roomed with 2 different minister's sons in University. One was a bonafide slut (nicknamed Elmer... Elmer Studd) and the other was the biggest pothead I ever met (nicknamed Cargo.... as in "dead weight").