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Frank was puzzled at his predicament, and somehow realized that waiting for the spring thaw wasn't going to raise his truck any higher from its present sunken position. |
Stuff enriched bread. If you consider rat droppings and fingers 'stuff.' |
'...soft as a teenager girl's tits.' |
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"Wanna see my yeast collection?" |
.oO(Damn. Now where'd they put the K-Y?) |
"Let's see, got the milk, the eggs, the bread, the ham... oh, I forgot the hooch." |
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"Of course, you know that wearing that red beret makes you suspect of being not only communist, but also French, and so, by order of Mr. Ashcroft, you're under arrest." |
"Would you say my breasts felt like freshly baked loaves of bread?" |
Mary reviews her "Hooker's Handbook" before hitting the streets. |
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"Screw the hooch, all I'm interested in is the cooch!" "Oh Jack! I can't tell you how much I was hoping you'd say that!" |
"Tom, I don't think the hightened alert level means we hang around high schools during girls gym class.""Hey, you intrepret the code like you want to, I'll intrepret like I want to." |
"..and anytime you need a ride, just call me." // "Same goes for you, stud." |
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