- Well, if it isn't the Leprechaun Dog his rangy self. How about some English dubbing for the attention impaired, buster? I'd caution you to pause and reflect before proceeding. And don't fidget.
- Not gonna lie to you, baby, we are absolutely going to engender a large-scale catastrophe, but it will also be the birth of something new. Or else we blew it. Like in Easy Rider. Or Point Blank. A couple years earlier. A guy says that in Point Blank too. "We blew it."
- Who will think of the people of Yawooza? Bring that smelly shit over here, mister. Slip me the sizzler, my ass hoisted in game accord.
- It's about time we brought in Ol' Stumpy Whisplash from up Fort St. John way.
- Both the right kind of attention and the wrong kind of attention are hellbent attention; indifference is dispassionate. Please don't do me any derogatory speech.
- Lean over the counter and let me have a view of the moon.
- A real man wants to lay with his compliment or other half rather than 'some piece' or a series of interchangeable wenches. Now give me some space, I have to get ready. It's a big gig tonight—we're on the bill with Pussy Drano and DJ Jizzy Jeep.
- I am writing a book for Cambridge University Press on the tragic story of babies with hideous congenital illnesses.
- Now get this! A pussy that sucks your dick! As-salamu alaykum.
- I'm starting to think I'm punching outside my class with a mighty fine piece of ass. I desire dearly to sniff your crotch.
- Some people tell me I look like Jean Peters.
- Bless you, you are indeed a curvy lass with a curvy ass.
- Fudge. Born and gone to hell. Let's all have a glorious summer!
- You have the legs of Faye Dunaway.
- Mister, you better know that if I turn you on you're gonna start doing what you were made to do, got me? Ha. I knew it! What do you think I'm looking at right now? Confusion, humiliation, and impotent rage. And it sure ain't pretty.
- You don't understand. Wherein lies the problem? I don't get together with people who have boyfriends and husbands. Those are the kinds of ghosts you need to worry about haunting you.
- No certainties in life. But bad prognostics. We need to be as a raging fire upon this earth. Through the dinky dimly.
-This is not a problem I have previously had often. But I have had this problem.
- Sometimes destiny will hold you still and make you wait. A principle and a law. Relevant especially to times of war and revolution. Slip me the meat and I'll be back on my feet.
- Mack Truck McGlintock don't take no shit. A hearse with a nurse in reverse. Everyday working people like you and me.
- Golly, Joan the Maiden sure has let herself go!
- I am afraid that this is not the sort of reception to which I'm accustomed. I prayed, you know, very earnestly, so I expected things to go more smoothly here. Did you know that prayer is interactive electrical network activity? I am not going to go and adopt values that are not my own purely for your convenience and self-satisfaction. And if you do not give me what I want I am going into caveman mode.
- You're being refreshingly frank.
- People say I'm unfuckable. I'm profoundly disgusted that they imagine I might want to fuck them.
- Lunch today is electro-shock pastry cock. What's it gonna be, dump truck?
- I'll slip you the ol' Stinky Rodriguez.
- The switchboards are jammed.
- Hey there Ichabod Crane, would you like to see my pussy-licking game? I wouldn't bother trying to ask for help if I was which I ain't. Take the pressure off of waiting by mastur-a-bating.
- I don't know yet. I just ate a whole mess of pork and beans.
- I'm gambling with my life, but who isn't? In God's promise of abundance hereafter there is implicit a guarantee of beaucoup pussy.
- You my one and only diggy doggy slap pappy.
- May I bend your ear in a manner most sincere?
- It's so hot I can't think. I need my teeth fixed and my butt squished. If you were my eternal love you would do everything with a good deal more panache indeed.
- The foreskin is a magic memory machine-toy of occult nature.
- I want to beat Susan's ass. You probably don't know her. I've basically had it with this heat. I'm getting out of here. In this heat you'd be as limp as a soggy french fry. A'ight, Valley of the Ultrastuds?
- It's not that I can't make the first move. It's that we make a couple moves and then I don't know where we are anymore.
- I'm moving to Santa Fe.
- Well, don't employ the death drive unless you really, really have to.
- Be nice, mister. Nicer.
- Put me in a dysfunctional situation and watch everything go to pieces.
- My therapist says I have to work on my caretaking.
- Caretake this dick.
- You're cute. But, once again, no.
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