He was a normal horny boy who flogged the log with the best of them.

I should not want to forget the gourd, for this seems to me the clown of vinedom, imitating as it does in grotesque manner other fruits.

Turn my blick around and make it right cuz it's my turn – out

Surrounded by a chorus of beautiful women, he jackhammered his way about the stage, rocking his pelvis and occasionally flourishing his hands in a vaguely flamencolike manner.