On top of the Empire State Building.
On homeplate in Yankee Stadium.
Where else?
In the space shuttle.
In mah bedroom!
Ohhh! You meant… yeah. Gotcha.
Hrmm. I suppose in the Oval Office would be pretty close to ultimate.
Or in that giant conference room where the U.N. meets. While they were meeting.
While skydiving over the Grand Canyon.
Atop Mt. St. Helens while she was grumbling. (Did the Earth move for you too, dear?)
OK, I’ll do it…
In the butt, Bob.
At the Taj Mahal.
Beat me too it, you bastard. Just as well there were only a few responses, else I’ll have crashed in, made what I thought was a fucking hilarious witticism, and then felt like a right pratt.
Still, there’s always next time.
At the bottom of the Marianas Trench, for twenty goddamn ass-rocking hours.
That’s how I’d roll.
I’d bet micro-gravity porn would be great fun. Porn starlets wouldn’t need implants and every man would produce a money shot to make Peter North blush.
First,
BAND NAME!
Any tropical sndy beach would be quite bitchin’.
Something without gravity would sure be fun 
The ultimate place for me was Tabacon Hot Springs in Costa Rica on my honeymoon.
Behind the waterfall. Twice.
Minister: My god, what’s Bond doing!?
Q: I think he’s attempting re-entry, sir.
You gusher!
Right behind Penelope Cruz.
Under [fill in the movie star] 
Billy Bob Thornton? Ewwwwwww!
At the center of the Earth.
Ditto the zero G thing; no more problems with trapped/pulled hair, or arms going numb. Also, you get both hands free.
Similar to zero G, but maybe better: falling.
Yeah zero gravity…or maybe just less gravity, forget the space shuttle how about on the moon?
:eek: Well maybe…I guess you’d have an excuse to skip foreplay.