There's certain things in a person that turn you on.    They're called turn-on's. Teeth. I love a girl with nice teeth.    If you have a nice set of teeth, that's a turn-on for me.    If you open your lips and it's like "fchank fchank fchank",    if it's like a booby trap -    I don't like when you open your mouth and it's like a battle of epic    proportions goin' on and your teeth are all screamin' at each other.      "I'm a molar, wisdom tooth, get the fuck out of my gums!"       "Hi, I'm a buck tooth and I like to be outside, past the lips.    I enjoy a nice sea brezze from time to time."       "Ahh! I'm the crazy yellow tooth that looks like corn!    Don't brush me! Don't brush me! I have an imagine to uphold.    Don't brush me, I'm yellow. I'm a yellow fang."       Turn-on's. Then there's something called turn-off's and those are things    that turn you off.    If you were a droid, "uhnneww", you'd be turned off.    Like right off the bat, number one thing I don't like:    I don't like a stinky pussy. It's a turn-off.    I don't appreciate that.    Ladies, I'm sure you don't like a funky sack.    But then again, that'd be a great couple.       "You have a stinky pussy!"    "Smell my sack!"    "Ugh!"    "Huh?"       Turn-on's slash turn-off's - that's what we're talking about right now.