Or you could be a figment of my imagination and reality could actually exist elsewhere. This could be the Matrix. Or I could have accidentally ingested an extremely potent cousin of LSD. For the past three days. Or maybe it's really only been an hour or two since we started our conversation. o_0
Who knows such things as these.
Uhhh... You can.
But where's the fun in that? See, when slutty girls have sex they can always just fall back on the excuse "I'm tryin' to make teh babiez".
You wouldn't have that excuse. You'd either become a nun, or a superslut.
The latter of whom also fights crime and wears a cape.