No problem, I'll get a penguin to show us
Christ on a cracker. You raped Achilles!
Just when I thought my day couldnt get any worse, I saw the dead guy next to my locker.
I know dead. I've been there, done that and got the freakin' T-shirt.
Sweet weeping baby Jesus he has a six-pack to beat all six-packs!
She's easy to lead around, a shiny present here, a pretty compliment there, and you have true love and a popped cherry sacrificed to the god of deception and hormones. Young girls are so ridiculous--so predictably easy.