Too bad Bob Marley's son looks like a strung out coke addict.
I'll be right over!
They always had this kind of language on The Dating Game. Oh how I hate that program. "Bachelor number one, if I pick you where would you take me on our date?" "Well Kim, I'd take you to a seedy bar, get you really drunk, go back to my place and bang the hell out of you, and then call you a cab while you're searching for your panties."
The male orgasm is a myth!
I don't see too many half-human half-hairbrush babies running around so I don't think "linda12" has anything to worry about.
This is what happens when you outsource the tech support jobs to India and give them computers.
I'm just angry all the time.
I hate the internet. I really do.
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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