'Sit comfortably,' the naked man told her.

'Sit comfortably,' the naked man told her. 'Touch the tip of your thumb with the ring finger and press gently. No don't touch me. And keep the rest of your fingers straight. This w

ill induce a higher level of consciousness, and with that.... No, I said don't touch me! Just sit straight. And so, breathe in, breath out. Let that stream of pure energy fill your

entire being with goodwill and relaxation. Ahhh. Now, GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME DAMMIT! I'LL BITE YOUR HEAD OFF! Ahem, excuse me. So we're really getting the fulll stretch alll the

back loosening the joints bring a full breath in with positive vibes, hold, and... LADIES! CAN YOU PAY ATTENTION FOR JUST ONE DAMN MINUTE AND STOP STARRING AT MY PECS! breathe out.

Richard Simmons was seriously getting annoyed at the lasciviousness of the women. Here he was trying to save their lives and they were salivating over his physique like dogs in hea

t. "To hell with all of you! I will just have Gene Simmons save you instead!" Richard scream. Sadly Gene turn out to be unavailable, so they ended up with

Richard Simmons as usual. But... of course he had his jet ski. "Oh please save us on your jet ski," they all begged. But Richard was still sulking. Shall we try Gene Simmons again?

the phone number must have been disconnected. Damnit, we needed a famous Simmons for the JetSki Commercial. The ad execs were not amused. Finally someone shouted Russell Simmons!

glided over the sea in his candy-striped dolfin shorts and pink wife beater that read "Sun's Out, Gun's Out" eccentricly bellowing the lyrics to the Beach Boy's tune "I GET AROUND!