Hello Miss P. J. Soles, I love the way you tease me with your bad girl next door attitude. But I know you are not girl next door. I know because I look in her window and she is fat and gross and has hairy legs like Mo'nique. I just threw up. No really.
You can rock and roll my high school any day.
Whoops, I think your nighty might be slipping... so naughty.
Oh no, she fall off. Oh well, I stare at you anyway.
She looks like she could use a beer. Hey Bob, get this bitch a beer!
What is happening? This is not proper way to use telephone. This would not happen with cordless.
Time to rock puppets!