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| I just wanted to make with the hump-hump. You didn't have to get me drunk so you could shoot of my throb rod. It's just not right. | |
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| Oh...well gee...I'm soooo sorry. I suppose you have a better plan? | |
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| If you needed some pants you could have just asked me, I would have bought you some. | |
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| I need a little more pump from your chump when we hump. You heathenish bastard. | |
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| Sugartits! I am giving it all it's got! | |
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| You pathetic goateed prick. The tv has sucked the life from your balls, and all I've got is hot bathes and reruns of All My Children. | |
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