
I've been reduced to extreme measures. Randy? Is that you? This is the only way to prevent myself from hitting on gals. I can't be allowed to see or smell them. Of for them to see or hear me: My strong but tender hands, the lips that whisper like a gentle ocean breeze, the ... Oh, no! My turn-of-phrase is too sexy to be contained by a shroud! An ocean breeze with bad coffee breath.