Slurping a raw oyster off the half shell.
Though I have been “dry” an awful long time.
That’s good, Whammo. Another couple months just to be sure, and then maybe we’ll stop with the pull-ups and let you wear big kid underpants.
Sorry Whammo. I’ll never be your sex goddess.
The couple weeks ago, I watched an attractive and barely-clad man stand in his kitchen and unselfconsciously eat a very juicy peach.
I think I need oxygen now, my memory is so vivid. 
Whammo…-affectionate pat on the back-
We need to talk…this oyster thing?
Frankly…it’s disgusting. Gross, obscene and horrendous.
Now, where do you live and how many should I bring?
No, don’t get your hopes up-oysters are disgusting and are NOT meant to be eaten. Anything BUT
searching for truth, just wondering, how does one turn you off? seriously, you’ve got more urges than a teenage boy in the women’s locker room at a cheerleader convention.
That is so mean. Why you gotta go and hurt me like that?
So…how long has DRY been you, then?