I've got a confession. Something to tell you.

You know when your friend came round while you were out? And you got back and you said she looked flustered?

She hadn't been jogging... I'm sorry. She'd been rimming my asshole.

Do you really want me to tell you all about it? I won't hold anything back... I'll go into detail... You'll never look at your friend the same way again...

You're sure? Well... OK then...

Call now...