Play in less than 13 words

Juicelog Thurs 090306: A couple weeks ago I met some dude at a house party. Can’t remember his name but I do recall us having a brief natter during the evening. He came across as being an affable chap, slightly intense, not bad looking and fairly sizeable muscles (I remember a very stretched white t-shirt). Received the following cyber message a few days ago:

“Juicy, its you! We met at _______ party in ________. Wanna play?”

It’s a sorta interesting way of making a proposition given that we didn’t flirt. We didn’t give each other intimate body rubs. And we most certainly didn’t exchange any juices (so to speak). As my body is still experiencing a high dose of "H" induced licentious chemicals, I chose to respond with one of my favourite SW9 quotes:

“No jiggy jiggy”

That’s Vauxhall toilet attendant lingo for “please refrain from uber low rent behaviour by not dirtying up my work environment with your squalid and feculent shenanigans”.