“Hello, ma’am, I’m Burt the Plumber. Looks like your husband’s gone this holiday season.”
“Oh my gosh, Burt, you’re so thick and masculine. Yes, you just missed my husband Stanley: he’s now gone for the holiday season; that’s why my bosom is uncovered.”
“OK, ma’am, I’ll get started on fixing the sink. Though it’ll be hard to concentrate with your eyes sparkling and winking at me like that.”
“Oh, I’m sorry — I didn’t mean to lure you to act unprofessionally. Any brazenness in my behavior is unintentional; it’s due to my yearning heart. But, tell me: Did my eyes truly sparkle and wink at you just now?”
“Yes, I’m afraid they did, ma’am.”
“Ah, well, Burt, you see, I can’t seem to control myself: When I behold your big tan belt securing all those hard tools dangling over your coveralls, I just, I just—”
“Ma’am, I know that I’m stout and manly with airtight morals, but, if you persist, then I cannot resist — here, have a kiss: Mwah.”
“Oh, Burt, you’re so forward! Come, let’s dash upstairs and enter the bedroom!”
“Sorry, ma’am, I’ve got a serious job to do. I must finish dislodging all this uncooked rice and birdseed from the kitchen sink.”
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