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Ruby: Have you ever wondered why Madonna went the pointy boob route for so long?

Bodi: Can’t say that I have.

Ruby: Death by boob, could you imagine?

Bodi: Could be worse.

Ruby: I guess so. Like death by ravenous centaur.

Bodi: Centaur?

Ruby: Yeah, half man, half horse. How do you even compete? You can get donkey kicked to death or punctured by a horse man’s bow and arrow.

Bodi: What a conundrum.

Ruby: Good thing we are going to leave this earth from death by boob.

Bodi: Good thing, now if only we can guarantee Madonna stabs us with her breasts.

Ruby: Hold that thought. I have connections . . .

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Ruby: You come home tomorrow!! Should I expect a heavy chlorine smell and pruney skin when I see you?

Bodi: Yes, and goggles and swim cap permanently glued on my head.

Ruby: Ugh, they make every swimmer look like a penis with glasses.

Bodi: If that’s the case, it must be fun watching a bunch of penises flopping around in the water.

Ruby: I always cheer for the crooked ones, they have to get love from somewhere.

Bodi: Some might say a crooked penis is the best penis.

Ruby: Bodi . . . do you have something you want to tell me?

Bodi: Rubes, are you obsessing over my cock again?

Ruby: *sigh* you said cock

Bodi: What is with you and that word?

Ruby: Penis = elementary, dick = juvenile, cock = throbbing man meat

Bodi: Once again, why do I even ask?

Ruby: You should know better by now. So do I get to see you tomorrow?

Bodi: Do you want to see me tomorrow?

Ruby: Pretty sure you owe me a celebratory Double Stuf Oreo party.

Bodi: Ah, that’s right, you’re going to make me eat sweets.

Ruby: You can bet your Nylon/Lycra covered ass I am. Get ready, Bodi Banks, non-organic food is coming your way.

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