Crotchpointing. Not as successful as planking.
I swear by all that is holy, if you touch my puzzle one more time I'm going to cut you into pieces, marinate you, let you go bad and then feed you to vultures.
Brace yourselves. Weiner jokes are coming.
Hmmm, with one push of my foot I can take out Mrs. Pruneface on the end and the two sissy boys below.
I didn't sleep with my husband before we were married, did you?
I don't know. What's your husband's name again?