No... and it's not that I couldn't have... it's just that I'm afraid I'll wake up the next morning with my crotch burning like the Crow's Nest Pass when I pee.
Ah! I hear ya. I got a little secret for ya. Look for girls with coldsores, those are the ones you want.
Cold...sores?
That's right, or as I like to call them: Little lighthouses for smoooth sailing.
So then I retorted by saying, "The possibility that such an event occuring in which rotor turbines generate gravitrons upon their own accord is highly proposterous!"
Ha ha!
What in the name of Great Ceasar's ghost are you getting on about?
Lately there's been some confusion as to who or what I am.
To help, here's a little definition.
To draw (liquid) into the mouth by movements of the tongue and lips that create suction; To draw nourishment through or from;To hold, moisten, or maneuver (a sweet, for example) in the mouth.
Oops! My fuck up, I gave the definition for suck, let me find Wirthling...