Is that understood? NONE!
NO MORE SEX TALK, SEXY TALK, no. Nope. Uh-uh. Sorry.
The previous post crossed the line. It was far too sexy for my shirt, Milan, New York, Japan, your party, my car (ironically), my hat, my cat, my love and this song put together, and unfortunately, no way can that sort of sexy thing be allowed to keep on happening on and on and 'til the break of dawn and you don't stop, and you don't quit. Well, you do now.
NO MORE SEXY!
Period.
NO MORE SEXY!
Period.
That wasn't sexy.
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