BOOOOP! BOOOOP! BOOOOP! This is a napkin alert, Marzipan! I've lost...umm...my napkin! It's the one I always use when I eat buffalo wings, and I can't find it anywhere. Now, it answers to the name, "The Flamingo". So if you've seen it, please have it give me a call. I've got like, fifty frickin' wings sittin' here! I can't eat these things without The Flamingo!
Um... sorry for... the loud talkin'. This is the KoT... in the place to be.
Riding the Flamingo is when; one moment you are innocently admiring the Flamingo's in the park, the next, your pants are down around your ankles and you find yourself balls deep in pink fluff.
I saw Ross in the parkyesterday, he was riding the Flamingo, and it was savage.