I was driving home just now and the song Love Shack by the B-52's came on.  It's a catchy song and pretty fun to sing along to, but if you stop to think about it, the whole concept of it is pretty gross.  It's like some rundown little shack just off the highway where people go and do it.  You just know that thing is full of used condoms and probably used needles and there's some dirty-ass crab infested mattress on the floor.  Ew.  No thank you.