Imagine that you're a quarterback, and there's twelve seconds to go on the clock and you're down by six points. There's the snap, your receivers go long and...
THIS IS IT: THE GAME-WINNING PLAY, AND ALL YOU HAVE TO FUCKING
DO IS GUESS WHAT'S IN MY MOUTH RIGHT NOW! DO IT!
DO IT! DO IT!!!!A)
A hearty but mocking refrain of: "*BELCH!* HA HA HA HA HA *frrrppttt*"
B) The Roman Coliseum
C) The oysters my boss often digs for in the morning that can be heard throughout the building
D) A dog turd covered with burnt hair, not mine
E) Lots of inadequacies, not mine
F) The kind of tat you get tit for
G) That time I grabbed
Larry "Bud" Melman's hot, moist, falling hemorrhoids, you know, and they just kind of sat there in my hand like fat, red worms while Bud squealed and gibbered like a chimp on 5000 milligrams of benzedrine, and I squeezed them, really
squeezed them like I was milking a fat, whimpering cow's udders and this nasty, tepid matter squirted out which wasn't hot like the 'roids themselves which was weird, but anyway it was a kind of a reddish, pussy color with little things swimming in it, little
things that had more legs than they needed to have to swim around in Bud's asshole and they were singing you know, singing, so I took a lighter to them, the hemorrhoids, and pretty much the rest of Bud's chocolate starfish while he feebly flapped his hands like an old lady and begged me to get him some Bactine
H) A big, fat cockadoodledoo
UPDATE: The answer is now most likely I) The old "she made a grab for the remote control and 'accidentally' grasped my penis under the blanket" trick