You know what I mean Austin, did you use a... condom? No, baby, only sailors use condoms! Not in the 90's Austin! Well they should those filthy beggars, they go from port to port...
I never forget a pussy... cat
Why must i be surrounded by fricken idiots?
oohhh behave!
I bet she shags like a minx!
Please, allow myself to introduce........myself
"i put the grrr in swinger baby"
Do I make yoy randy, baby? Do I make you horny? Do I, baby, do I?
The details of my life are quite inconsequential.... very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
You know, Scott. I've been a frickin' evil doctor for 30 frickin' years, OK? Cut me some "frickin'" slack. You forget Scott. We're in a volcano. We're surrounded by liquid hot magma.
Cause your not quite evil enough. Your semi-evil, your quasi-evil, your the margarine of evil, your the diet coke of evil, just one calorie, not "evil" enough
Would you like a Hot Pocket?
Riiiiiiiiiight
"I'm dead sexy!"
I think he's trying to kill me... -We all feel that way sometimes. -No, the boy is quite astute, I am in fact trying to kill him....
