We'd eat cereal and watch Sunday Night Sex Show on my Tivo.

OR, I could gag him, put him on the floor on his hands and knees with his wrists tied to the legs of a chair, flog him until a few minutes after he begged for mercy, and show him where his prostate gland is, all while telling him about the philosophical basis for my athiesm.


It's a tossup for me. I'll give him the option and let him choose.