The conversation would go more like this for me.

Paris: Please Tim let me make you "happy" orally.

Tim: Shut up and go get your sister.

Paris: Why? I'm here right now and I'm ready.

Tim: Cause you look like that kid who playe corky on that show life goes on. Your sister is much better looking, she's smart, she runs two multi-million dollar companies while you just spend millions of dollars on shoes, and she's not a dirty skank who'll open her legs for a line of coke.

Paris: Good point but I'll let you put it anywhere.

Tim: If you're lucky I'll let you hide in the closet and watch.

Hypothetically of course

Last edited by ArsnlTim; 06/27/2007 3:40 PM.

Let my dying thought be that every mile was fun and let my tombstone read,"They never made one fast enough for me."