“Only you! You’re the pussy party of one in my pants.” I let that make my fucking day. Week. Year. Life. “What about you?” she volleys back. “Who else puts a tingle in your dingle?” “Dingle? Poison, I’m way too big to dingle.” “Okay,” she quips. “Who puts a big gong in your giant dong?” I laugh, wrapping my arms around her. “Woman, you have a PhD in killing me.”