Darling Katie,
Let us have a sleep over. We can put on some soul music. You will wear a slinky, sassy, pair of unwashed sweats as you break out the sheep shears in preparation for taming the mighty forest of hair on my back. I shall be clad in a loincloth that used to be a pair of boxers before I discovered deep fat frying and mix NADS to pull away the hair on your nipples.
Or we could just get really drunk and try to figure out how to assemble stereo cabinets.
xoxoxo
-k-