We're settling down to watch an episode of "Bones" and Brad asks me if I want something.
I say, "Sure, grab me a butterscotch pudding, please."
He brings it out to me, sans spoon. I say, "Umm... need a spoon please. I gotta eat it somehow. I could just open it and scoop it out with my tongue", and started making licking sounds.
Brad goes, "Ooo, can I watch?"
I go, "No, this is a private experience between me and my pudding."
Men! They're such perverts!
By the way, you probably don't want to eat pudding while you're watching an episode of "Bones" with gooey corpses oozing green crap and with something moving under the surface of the skin.
I managed it but, you know, I have the constitution of a dutch oven. *lie*