The ardor aroused in men from women can only be satisfied from God.
The ardor aroused in women from men can only be satisfied.
A haze of frustration clung like that small piece of shit that refuses to be wiped.
The worst were drunk and loud. The could not keep their pants on.
The best were not the best according to the most. They sat and stared at their Apple Pie drinks. No one was running the ship. Not even the dude with the mohawk.
If you can't stand the noise, get out of the kitchen.
Outside it was raining.
Why are we here here anyway? Is it really because my little corner of the universe is an illusion?
This little corner of the universe is a stinky man cave.
II. Gustave Flaubert's derriere
Now we are aboard the SS Minnow
Ahoy Captain Marvin!
I sail!
With electric fans we propel over the seven seas.
We toss our gold fish into receptacles filled with rum.
If we hit the one on the right, we drink the rum.
The one on the left is the captain's.
Why is the captain all wet? Is this a wet tshirt contest?
And how did that mouse come aboard?
Shiver me timbers! Hoist the mainsail! Its a world premier!
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