Naughty girls are the best kind. 
Come here and I’ll remind ya just how naughty I can be.
:: proceeds to do unspeakable things to the little woman ::
:: DW quietly walks in, finds the nearest recliner, and settles in for the show. ::
Don’t mind me, ladies, I’ll just be sitting here and watching you two beauties. With my popcorn, of course. 
Care to join us, love? There’s always room for one more in the jello.
:: popcorn flies everywhere as he bolts out of the chair ::
Hell, yeah!
[bill cosby]
Everybody loves the Jell-O
[/bill cosby]
Long time no play, Wolfie.
Have I shown you the position they named after me yet?
:eek:
No, my dear, you haven’t. Not even on our honeymoon.
:: grumble ::
There’s a rumor that it’s called the Harden_Ranger. Is that the one you’re talking about?
Nevermind the explanation, though. I always did learn faster from demonstration.
Well, now… I seem to recall the honeymoon as a jumble of bodies. A very pleasant jumble, but between seeing to the satisfaction of four spouses, I may have missed that position with you. An oversight I am more than willing to make up for now…
Now, you just lay like this…
:: Dives into Jello-Pit::
I’m bored. Who will play with me?
Gee, that’s rough, AR. Satisfying four spouses, and getting it in return. :: sniff :: Let me get a tissue, I’m getting all teary just thinking about how horrible that must have been for you. 
But for now, I’m all yours. I’ll just lay here like a good little Raggedy Andy while you position me as you see fit.
[sup]I sure am glad I did my stretches this morning. I’d hate to pull anything. Of course, you can pull whatever you’d like on me, AR. [/sup]
:: sits back to survey DW’s position ::
Impertinant puppy… I see I shall have to put something in your mouth to keep the sarcasm down.
Whatever shall I use…?
Angel, darling! So good to have you back!
I’m back . . . I was sleeping. Being sick has this disadvantage . . . you tend to sleep more.
A_R, come back with my pants! I’m almost nude without them!
:: looks up from showing the old dog new tricks ::
What? Pants? I don’t have your pants, love. Someone seems to have stolen them.
Not that any of us girls are gonna complain if you run around like that
It’s okay, though, I can just gets a towel put this around my waist so I don’t go putting people’s eyes out:D
Come over here and I can help you with that, babycakes.
Thanks, but the towel’s just fine.
My throat, on the other hand, is sore.
:: pout ::
But ya know, I had this boyfriend in high school who tried to convince me he had the perfect cure for a sore throat…
Yes, but you don’t have a penis.
No, but Wolfie does
I don’t want wolfie’s penis down my throat. I have a good gag reflex I don’t plan to lost.