Nicole Sheridan

except for the million clams I owe your mobster husband.

Buzz, what are you doing?

You know talking about Guido

makes your penis all soft and melty.

That's no good.

It's not like that, my doll,

nor will my fate be if I don't get me the next big hit

to pay off that sausage-eating malcontent you call a hubby.

Then dummy up and get to work already.

You wanna get right to it, don't ya?

No wasting time with you, eh?

Sugar.

Well that's certainly not soft and melty.

It's certainly not pint-sized like Guido's, right?

Let's not be talking about Guido now, Buzz.

Oh yeah, real nice.

Why don't you make yourself a little more comfortable?

Why don't I?

Oh, that's good, Amanda, right there.

Play with my testicles, won't ya?

Oh, that's the spot.

Oh, that's real good.

Yeah.

Oh yeah.

Open your mouth and say ah.

Let's play a little doctor.

You sure are into that role playing, Buzz.

Sure, baby, sure.

Now say ah.

Yeah, it's fun, yeah.

Say ah.

Say it again.

One more time for me, baby.

Show me.

You wanna see?

Yeah, let's see.

Watch closely.

Oh boy.

Oh, you doing what I think you're doing.

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