No, the real question is: Are you still in the 8th grade?
I was just about to post roughly the same thing...geesh..
Mama, you southern belles are awful prudish. If Laz doesn't get axed that question he gets crankier than you.
As I remember it, my eighth grade was a very good year. The birds and the bees were singing and making honey, the Five Satins were chirping, 'In the Still of the Night' and I found my first love.
Don't knock the eighth grade.