Ok, this is getting out of hand. None of this is true. You're supposed to say the rhyme "Bunnybread, Bunnybread! Get here fast! I need a piece of that sweet booty!" into the mirror.
Then I creep up behind you, hand you a glass of Pisco and begin giving you the sweet lovin' without saying a word. Of course, you then ask me to start talking 'cause, why the hell would you want a silent Bunnybread?
Now, in the past few years, the requests have gotten a little out of hand for when I show up behind you. For the record, I've got no problem with loving you or your significant other while you watch. If you want a threesome that's no problem but you have to share the Pisco because I only carry a hip flask with me. You may substitute some cocaine for the booze but YOU will be providing the materials and I refuse to do yeyo off any surface other than tits or ass.
Now, when it comes to the sexin', BDSM is no big deal. But I will not ever call you a 'filthy little dirty nerdy' who 'deserves to be pissed on while he rolls in the catbox like the shit he is' so I hope that doesn't come up again (do we understand each other, Boots?).
Now, where does everyone live? I need to plan my routes if I'm gonna get to everyone before midnight.