Can a man and woman be friends? part two

A snippet of conversation with another male friend...

Me: Are we friends?

Him: Yes. But if you were my wife, I wouldn't be able to help myself. When you walked in the door at night, I'd rip your clothes off and roll you around on the floor. If the door was still open and the neighbors happened to walk by, hell, I'd just kick it shut with my foot. I wouldn't stop for anything.

Me: Wow. Even if I were wearing these chickenshit boots? (I am housesitting for a friend who has chickens and, well...)

Him: When you've got it, it can't be covered up, woman.