So this is the deck of cards I keep at home in case I want to play a game. I never thought about them as anything but cards until I had a prude vanilla kid living with me. Now I feel like everything in my entire apartment screams “SEX!!!” and Mr. Knight is cringing at every Playboy on the bookshelf and every picture on the walls. Today he wanted to play cards… and then he didn’t. I honestly never realized I was this bad.