Given the shambles my first marriage (and my life as an unabashed Sexecutioner) left me in, it's unlikely I'll feel the matrimonial tickle anytime soon. But if I did, I think I'd give this fleshy jockmungo first crack at scoring a lifetime contract with my loins.
I know what you're thinking--"Sir Denny, you're a buhgina-chasing lovefool." Fair enough. Admittedly, I have a long history of availing myself of the fairer sex's feline gifts.
But it's Gunther. And he'll touch any damn tra-la-la that he wants to.