Don't care what your green eyed imagination conjures up in order to cope with my continued rejection of you, Doily Dolly...when I know for a fact that at your advancing years you'd leave cobwebs, sand, and dust bunnies on any sitting room surface unfortunate enough to not have plastic drop sheets layed down before you navigate that fat arse towards it and throttle your pie flaps on it like a baseball card clothespinned near Dennis the Menace's bicycle spokes...
My answer for your furtive pleas to have me lower my standards with you remains an emphatic no, get fucked, not by me, never...
...sorry...