I have an idea for an adult film in which Flo from Progressive Insurance romps with a man-sized Geico gecko. The ancillary expenses would merely entail a simple set, a lizard costume, and some red lipstick. Having the gecko remain small would be more perverse, but this would require special effects and would be blatantly derivative of the story, "Six Inches" by Charles Bukowski.
I am jesting as I write, and yet I blush. Blessed Solanus Casey, patron of weird old bachelors, pray for me.
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