"What did you say? You want ice cream? Did I hear you correctly, slime? Did you say you WANT SOME ICE CREAM??? YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LICK ICE CREAM OFF THE GROUND, YOU FESTERING LITTLE SHIT!!! That will be two hundred dollars, please."

"The folks at Sanders and Maler couldn't help but wonder why men and women with nipple rings, and ball gags kept on buying their ice-cream. But hell, whatever moves the product."

"Gee... leather, zinc, blood, vinyl... those are great, but I was really hoping for just some chocolate or vanilla."

"And for toppings, I'd like some whipped cream."

Nine out of ten spanklings prefer it over vanilla...

My brother's name is Martin. One summer, he and a friend named Steve wanted to earn some money by mowing people's lawns. So they printed up a bunch of flyers advertising "S&M Mowing". It took a bit of convincing to get them not to distribute the flyers.

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My brother's name is Martin. One summer, he and a friend named Steve wanted to earn some money by mowing people's lawns. So they printed up a bunch of flyers advertising "S&M Mowing". It took a bit of convincing to get them not to distribute the flyers.

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How am I supposed to eat ice cream with this hood and ball gag on?

they didn't sell much, but Ralph Shitt and Ron Mounds still thought the abbreviation was better than the alternative.