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.

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