His feather is flaccid.
Up Over in the Down Under: Australia’s Hayman Island.
Perry Mason was a straight shooter.
Look in your hair. I’m sure it’s full of recipes, urinal cakes and assorted knickknacks.
I don’t get a chance to drop by here much anymore, but I didn’t wanted to miss out wishing you a happy birthday. Hope it’s a good one, teresa.
He’s selling bootleg human centipede cat toys behind his London Fog.
Was this a consensual act?
Come closer, Baby, and I’ll help you find mine.
Where’s your cone hat?
Uh, I hope you’re not talking to me, Llewellenbruce. No taste tests, please. At least not from a dude.