Toothpaste

(An attractive woman comes onstage. She stands in front of the audience and brushes her teeth. Another woman joins her.)

Other Woman Aww, I didn’t bring a toothbrush or toothpaste.

(With one hand free, the first woman motions for the other woman to open her mouth. She does so. The first woman positions her mouth over the other woman’s and lets the froth of her toothpaste fall into the other woman’s mouth. They smile at each other. The other woman begins swishing.)

First Woman All yours.

Now that’s hot.

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