I discovered it when I first came out of the birth canal. I took a look around, and said: "I want to go back in."
Grab her by those thick ankles of hers and do her Hilary Clinton-style.
I love that "New Bitch Smell."
"I think I know how to solve this problem."
"How?"
"Sleep with him."
Like Martin Luther King, I, too, have a dream... and in that dream I'm naked on a moped.
Cooch, chooch, vaj.
I go through beers the way Madonna goes through Puerto Rican boys at an orgy.
The United Nation of Breasts.
She had more moves than Ex-Lax.
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