“I bow my head submissively and see that my chest is heaving, already dotted with the telltale flush of sexual arousal.”
“She said, "Look down at your chest." I held the cell phone to my ear as I bend my head. Two red dots, quivering slightly, danced right over my heart. "You are one second away from death," said the caller.”
“I have a cigarette for a penis. Except when I get sexually aroused it turns into a cigar. Would you care to hold my lighter?”
“I don't see why I should bow my head when I could hold it high, or place it in the hands of my enemies when I can defeat them.”
“I closed my eyes, bowed my head and thought, AH, HELL . . .”
“My lips swelled with red freshness, my chest heaved proudly with a pair of pointed African drums, my face tempted with its sweetness like Kilimanjaro waters and my height spoke a language only a Maasai warrior knew.”