Firstly, who would let you pick them?
Secondly, he's living with you already; can't go past the convenience factor.
Likely many of the drunk bimbos who push
themselves at me.
Though, given that doing so would interfere
with dancing, I suppose you're right.
Still, I'm really not thrilled with the idea. He
rather bores me, and is unattractive.
I'll wait until I get a sheep.