Yeah, poor Mr Pumpkin was denied access for two days after he cooked me a romantic meal utilising Scotch Bonnets then 'took me to bed' afterwards. He was quite proud of himself for making me squeal until I kicked him off and ran to squat in a cold bath.
Guess it doesn't matter how furiously you scrub your hands afterwards.
― Rumpy Pumpkin (rumpypumpkin), Tuesday, 16 March 2004 14:29 (twenty-two years ago)