You've got to admit they're getting better...
...a little better all the time!
Dr. Weintraub enlarged my breasts to an F-cup and made my nipples nice and huge and blurry.
Weak Potion of Depilation. 75 Gold. Look it up, buddy.
Yo, we're just some fly honeys hanging out on the steps of this here church bein' fun-lovin' and free!
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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