Bleat, bleat, another  pubic hair dwarf run amok.

                       The dangers of hand jobs.

He was dee-licious!  I'm going to need a bicarbonate of soda.  What I get when I gobble.

             Life ain't nuthin' but a  bag of toenails.

       Oh, Gawd!  Somebody farted...and it wasn't me.

I'm going commando on you dearie, that means I'm not wearing my undies.

This clam is the cause of my recent IPM (Introspective Pornographic Moment).  I thought that was a tongue, disappointingly it turns out to be a foot.