TO SUCK A CRAWFISH!

Rob:  “Baby, I’m taking you to lunch.”

Kristen:  “I want to stay home.”

Rob:  “No.  We’re going out and we’re having sea food.”

Kristen:  “I’m not in the mood for sea food, Babe.”

Rob:  “But I am.  Go get ready…”

Kristen:  “Fine!”

One hour later… In the restaurant…

Waiter:  “What are you having, Ma’am…”

Rob:  “Oh, she’s having…..”

Kristen:  “Fine!  You order for me!”

Waiter:  “Would you like a few more minutes, Sir?”

Rob:  *Big grin*  “Oh, I know what we’re having!”

Waiter:  “When you’re ready, Sir.”

Rob:  “We’d like to have your BIG BUCKET OF CRAW FISH!”

Waiter:  “Anything else, Sir?”

Rob:  “No, that’s it!”

The Waiter left…

Kristen:  “What?  A bucket of crawfish?  What the hell, Babe? You know I don’t like crawfish!”

Rob:  “I know!”

Kristen:  “So why did you order it?”

Rob:  *Smiles*  “Because, baby, I want to see you and hear you suck every fucking crawfish they going to serve on our table!”

Kristen:  *Rolls eyes*

Rob:  “You fucking turn me on fake-sucking a craw fish, Kristen! My cock still twitches every time I remember you doing that popping and sucking sound during your interview with Leno.  You drive me crazy, baby!”

Kristen:  *Looks straight into Rob’s eyes, pops her lips, and slurped.”

Rob:  “Fuuuuuuck!” *Pulled out a hundred dollar bill, slapped it on the table, yanked his girl with him out the restaurant*

Kristen: “Where are we going?”

Rob:  “BABY, FROM NOW ON, I AM YOUR FUCKING CRAWFISH!”

Kristen: “Rob, baby… You’ve always been my crawfish!”

Rob:  "Damn right!...And you're sucking your crawfish RIGHT NOW!... in the car!... Then in the Hollywood cemetery... at our fucking favorite headstone!... Then..."

Kristen:  "Oh, boy!"