These are sevens. The box says nine because well... lady, you're a nine. Now I can accept that. Why can't you?
Let me tell you something about sharing: don't do it. Nothing good ever comes of sharing. Your mother and I shared a bed and nothing good came out of it
Well Peg we all have to live with our disappointments. I, of course has to sleep with mine
Please, Peg, if you have any feelings for me, don't make me make love to you