Evidently we have more than a few here who are unable to recognize a joke when they see one.
To all such humorless, overly-moral types I say: get bent. And don't give me that innocent "O, I never have a sexual thought in my life, and this is an example of SINFUL EEEEEE-VIL!" Bah, everyone knows better. Now go back to sneaking peeks at Dad's issue of Maxim in the bathroom with the door locked, you wankers. You know who you are.
In fact I want to deliver the lot of you to Fever, so she can do as she likes with you. I warn you she is a tough taskmaster...
Paris Hilton + a fresh box of Hefty Lawn bags = eternal happiness:
~n.
[hey, if Paola is little red riding-hood, will you let her wear the cape and hood or not? There's arguments both ways.]