Let’s say tongue.
I was thinking pastrami on rye, but you know, whatever.
Aw, come one. Most dudes don’t like having their asses grabbed repeatedly while cooking. We don’t want to hurt his feelings, do we?
(I’m assuming the Mean Old Lady knows how to delegate)
StaudtCJ, I like where you’re going with that. I’d much rather be grabbing a man’s ass than MOL’s, TBQH. (Nothing personal, Mean.)
Oh, and the sandwich? Tuna steak, medium rare.
All depends how you do it: fondle that’s a compliment, grab that’s an insult
It’s funny 'cause sometimes while the (male) spouse is cooking, I’ll slap his ass. Makes him feel pretty.
You’re a terrible person.
I wonder how long it’ll take for a gentleman doper to indicate that grabbing a man’s ass in the kitchen is sexist?
Fixed your typo there.
Only as long as it takes for the woman to get tired of it.
By god, I am going to give that sexy man-ass the groping of its life, even if we’re stuck here all night!
OK, I’ll admit it – I don’t liked to be grabbed in the kitchen. It’s great if I’m just hanging out, but when I’ve got hot skillet full of grease in one hand and a sharp knife in the other, I don’t like to be touched in ticklish areas that are likely to make me flail my arms wildly about. You’re welcome to show your appreciation after you’ve done the dishes, though. 
Clearly, you don’t understand how this works. I’m going to be in the living room catching up on the last season of House. You are going to remove any shoes and socks and make me a goddamn sandwich, coming over to my chair not less frequently than once every three minutes so I can get myself a firm handful of ass. After I eat the sandwich one handed while you stand at attention next to me, to better facilitate my further ass-grabbing needs, I will retire to the bedroom to take a nap while you clean up, taking furtive swigs of the cooking sherry as you weep into the dishwater.
Are you fucking kidding me? That is the most disgusting thing I’ve ever heard! You are sick!
Cooking sherry. :rolleyes:
You’re the one drinking it. If you’d just resign yourself to the idea that I’ve locked you out of the liquor cabinet for your own good, we wouldn’t have this problem.
Well, that’s only fair. The cook doesn’t clean is a standard rule in my house, too.
Fair enough.
Hey, that reminds, me – if we’re going to play assy grabby, can we invite Sherry over? She’s good at it.
Sigh, you guys are completely missing the point here. This isn’t about fair, this is about **me **and **my **needs.
Woo! Do those needs go all the way up?
Yeah, I think I’m gonna need you to unbutton another button.
Yeah…