I discovered the concept of polyamory when my freezer started blowing warm air and i had to take out all the food. There, long forgotten under some frost-bitten-then-liquified Edy's lemon popsicles and a tube of Pillsbury shortbread instant cookie-dough, was a small plastic ziplock-baggie with a little note in it that said "monogamy sucks. Drink V-8. Purchase butt-plugs." and other things. I said to myself, "what does this mean" and suddenly the answer became clear:
Refrigerator broken. Add people.