Marcy: What is going on here?
Peggy: No, this can't be foreplay. I'm enjoying it.
Al: And, I'm in the room.
Jefferson: I myself once had a Mr. Potato Head that meant a lot to me.
Marcy: Well, my little sticky buns, what happened to him?
Jefferson: Well, one night my frats brothers and I got stinko on champale and grenadine. Next thing I knew, I was stuffing Mr. Potato Head's heinie with cherry bombs. We lit the fuse and blew Mr. Potato Head into hash browns!
(Al, Peg, Marcy and Jefferson are playing Twister)
Al: (thinking) I don't know what it is about this game that is so sexy. I'm touching Peg's rear and for once it feels pretty good.
Jefferson: (thinking) I feel someone touching my rear, I think it's Al. He's not as strong as Marcy, but he knows what I like.
Peg: (thinking) I love all these hands touching my tusch. It's like sex, only Al's in the room.
Marcy: (thinking) I hate this game! No one is touching my rear, and it's way, way up in the air.
Lucky: (thinking) And they have us neutered.
Ashley: Hey, Kelly. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
Kelly: Why don't things fall up?
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