I don't trust iguanas. My friend had an iguana. It's name was Joe. Joe used to wink at us while he rubbed himself on the log in his aquarium. So we got Joe a *** doll. A green sock stuffed with cotton *****, we even put goggly eyes on it. Joe was not displeased. I kinda felt bad for the sock though. We'd made the mistake of naming it. Joe defiled her. Molested the sock. Then propped it up against the wall of the aquarium and made it watch as he got it on with the log. Poor sock, it was too young. We considered saving sock but Joes DNA was no doubt all over it. We laughed, we cried. That was a long time ago.
My friend recently told me Joe had passed on, a plate of flies. He was a vegan now. Until yesterday, when Joe died. Be cause iguanas aren't vegans. Anyway.
You wanna take your clothes off while I go clean the pommel horse?