Mama Crow
I can see it now:
Music softly playing ... massage oil (take your pick, there's all sorts of marvelous varieties to choose from) ... nothing but a single, romantic candle to illuminate the room (as a butt plug, that is.)
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Then suddenly, with a loud fart, Mama Crow's "bbaaaaadd joke" fizzled ... I'm such a dork.