I’m currently unsupervised It frisks me out too but the possibilities are endless

Maybe I needed sensitivity training. I once signed up for an anger management class, but the instructor pissed me off.

Looks like macho boy's cool just melted like a Slush Puppie in August.

Who knew that all this time the nectar of the Gods was in my va-jay-jay.

Can I brush your hair?” she asked as she led the way, her disposition doing a 180 on a dime. Kids. Can’t live with ’em. Can’t eat ’em for lunch.

No, no, no, no, no. Anything but murder. Or rape. Or kidnapping. Or armed robbery. Or indecent exposure, ’cause that’s just creepy.

If I was going to go out tonight, I was going to go out fighting. Or screaming in agony. Either way.