… but just what is the real thing here?
So, I have this strapping fella all set up for the night at this cosy hotel but I haven’t quite decided what to do with him yet – or who will be doing it.
“Don’t you even think of ecatulating without a purrrmission!”
Groan-worthy, yes, but what do you think she likes to hear? Robin may have a pair of heavy, blue balls hanging between his legs but there’s little doubt of who they truly belong to.
Yeah, there’s a bad “ice cream / I scream” pun going on. Probably another one about “cream” too, though I couldn’t think of anything clever or stupid enough.
Taking curriculum on feminism… I guess he’s either doing very, very well or just terribly.
… and a nice, quiet corner the play with them.