"Time to find that body pillow," Pat said, adjusting his hat and packing his belongings into his satchel. During his and Bob's last sexi time, Bob's wife stole their body pillow. So it was time to take back what they deserved.
They were walking down the street, searching every corner for some clue of the pillow, when they heard a sweet, sweet melody. The sound of a saxophone. Bob and Pat knew they had to continue with their mission, but they just couldn't help themselves.
They began dancing uncontrollably.
At first, it was just jazz hands, but it eventually evolved into large thrusts of the hips, rocking out to the beat of the sax. It really was a sight to behold; the two most masculine, manly men one could ever lay their eyes on, dancing to the manliest instrument.
"Wait, daddy," Bob said to Pat. "This is a trap! Someone doesn't want us to find the body pillow!"
