To be immediately enshrined in the Giving Him The Business Hall Of Awkward RefTalk.

Everyone knows Wednesday is the night for makin’ love. But we at KSK have decided it is our mission, nay, our DUTY, to make the whole week as erotic as humanly possible. And that starts today. After an intense bonerstorm, the six of us have decided the day of Friday is in desperate name of rechristening.

People, it is time to turn FRIDAY into SEXY FRIDAY.

From now on, all references to Friday shall now be changed to Sexy Friday. Thank god it’s Sexy Friday. Sexy Friday Night Lights. Sexy Friday I’m In Love (probably with another man). Freaky Sexy Friday. Good Sexy Friday. Sexy Friday 12, starring Mike Epps.

I’ve had enough of these drab, unsexy Fridays. You’ve worked hard all week. You’ve busted your ass at work time and time again. You don’t even have any NFL football to look forward to. Just seeing some dopey cheerleader poon to look at is simply not enough. You need to be SEXED UP. And you need to let everyone around you know that, from now on, FRIDAYS ARE FOR SEXINESS. Your girlfriend:

Her: Can we go to a movie tonight?

You: No, it’s Sexy Friday. Now put on this ass bra and take me to the Casbah.

Your boss:

Her: Before we break for the weekend, we have to have a status meeting at 5:45.

You: Fuck you, bitch. You had all day to status. It’s Sexy Friday now. That means it’s time for you to bust open your blouse and give my peepee a promotion to Chief Executive Boner.

Your mom:

Her: Hi honey! Just calling to see how you are.

You: Don’t call me on Sexy Friday, Mom. I’m in the middle of masturbating to this old episode of STUDS on the Game Show network. Spandex miniskirts give little Jimmy here a Sexy Friday flauta.

Your children:

Them: Dad, let’s play catch!

You: Fuck you, kids. It’s Sexy Friday. Go to bed right now so I can throw your mom over my shoulder and go can reclaim my manhood.

Telemarketers:

Her: Hi, I’m from Verizon.

You: Oh, yeah? Can you hear me now? It’s Sexy Friday, and I’ve got a fist full of Lubriderm. We can talk all night, sweet child.

Chicks At The Bar:

You: Can I buy you a drink?

Her: No.

You: Looks like your spending Sexy Friday alone with your butterfly clip-on vibrator then, lady. Give me your fat friend’s number. I’m gonna make a splash at her box office.

You have your marching orders, people. Go home, pour a drink, put some of those Trader Joe’s spanakopitas in the oven, toss on a Jimmy Cliff CD, and circle your lady like a preying cougar. SEXY FRIDAY is here to stay. And to get your Sexy Friday started, here’s Brooke Richards, with a little Laetitia Casta tossed in.

Boner voyage.