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Originally Posted by Not Afraid

Another part of MY vacabulary is "Joey Butafuco Pants". You all know what I am talking about, right?

Oh, I know all to well! Please say you're referring to the baggy pseudo-parachute workout pants that generally came in a sassy print such as zebra stripes or neon squiggles and triangles and such. That's what "Buttafuoco pants" means to me.

Ugh.

You know what still astonishes me to this day? That not only did Joey land himself a mistress, but one that was willing to murder for him. Yes. For JOEY.

When I picture Joey sexually (and believe me, as a rule I don't, but you know, for the sake of this Thread reminding me & all) I picture a man who lasts no more then 2 minutes, who will never utter the words, "How can I please you, sweetheart?" and who is just all in all generally oily. Like you'd just slide right off of him. That is, after you were done having to "please him" for the 10th squillionth time and plucked a wig's worth of greasy curlies out of your teeth.

Oh, I'm going to luge. I'd rather picture the severed penis!