No, seriously guys, you need to get into the guest room and fuck IMMEDIATELY. Don't worry about the sheets, heh, I'll take care of 'em. No, seriously, before the vodka works its way out of your underaged livers, you need to march straight into that room and raw dog it like you just emerged victorious from the upside down after kicking the Demi-Gorgon's ass. WHA-Whaaat? Why are you two denying it?! I haven't felt this much sexual tension since my cousin Myrna's bat mitzvah. Honey. Honey. Honey, look at the size of my nose. Unless you have old gefilte in your pockets, I can smell EXACTLY what's goin' on down there. And you, Johnny Foreskin, your schmeckel is harder than Moses' staff at Kadesh. Seriously, I can see the veins through your acid warshed jeans. Look, just go in there and let it happen naturally. And while it's happening, I want you to be vocal about how hot it is that you're fucking behind your boyfriend's back and how Jonathan here is a real man. Be guttural, be LOUD. Look, this stuff is gonna be light years ahead of its time. Just make sure you do it in full view of the large cardboard box. No, the one with all the wires and the hole cut in the front on top of the VCR. And fer chrissakes kid, DO NOT under any circumstances cum inside her! Ya hear me?! You gotta blast your spunk all over Skeletor's rib cage and play it like a warshboard with your schlong. Or don't do ANYTHING and sleep in separate beds! What do I know? I mean, we just met! Ha Ha! Whelp, g'night!
