Try sitting, then, person above me.

But I have a bony butt person above :-\

Well then tough luck, person above me.

The person above me is made of farts and old hair.

that's more than the person above me can type

The person above me is el rey.

now she isn't, person aove me

The person above me is a back scratcher.

The person above me is a butt scratcher.

The person above me is a butt.

Also a skeleton, some muscles and organs, a bit of skin, and a lot of blood. Also, hair.

 

I own the butt of the person above me.

That's what the person above me thinks.

 

Unfortunately for her, I HAVE no butt.

The person above me has a gluteus maximus, even if it is flat as a board, and I am its owner.

The person above me is just desperate to own something.

Or, more accurately, the person above me is desperate not to have her rear under ownership.

I just have to know what's being done with that ownership, person above me.

Mostly the satisfaction of owning it. But if the person above me must know, occasionally I loan them out to people of questionable reputation on a Saturday night.

Well... *sighs*  Thanks for telling me, person who is above me.

I expect the person above me feels left out of what her butt gets up to.

I don't envy my butt at all, person above me.  I'm content to stand at home while my butt goes out and parties.

I wish I could party with some peoples butts......person above me

Well, person above me, feel free to ask the butts to party with you.

I own the butt of the person above the person above me, too. He don't get no say in the matter,

the person above received my buttocks as a gift

I own the person above's butt because he's here, doesn't anyone pay attention?