I desire to get my freak on.
Hey, welcome back, bud. Last I remember you were saying goodbye and going off into the sunset.
Glad to see your freak is back!
recidivism … I has it.
And a plate of crumpets with rawzbry jamz.
Want one? Got a pot of Earl Grey to get juggy widdit. Anyone for crumpets & tea?
You have a desire to get your freak on? To get your freak on? Get your get your get your get your get your freak on?
Oh, THAT freak. Breathe slowly, stay vertical.
My recomendation is to get up, get on up. Then get down, get down.
Well, get down tonight, babe, that’s for sure.
I thought you were going to be on about that juffo wup stuff again. Shouldn’t you be installing that Northstar V8 in your ride, now that you’ve got a new one?
And no, I’m not turgid.
Juffo-Wup fills in my fibers and I grow turgid. Freaky action ensues
Get a condom on that thing a.s.a.p… I don’t know who’s in more danger, you or your partner. Hell, might be the whole damn planet for all I know. 
Did you bring pie?
ducks and runs
Me! Me! (and welcome back)
Welcome back, Inigo. While you were gone, Buttercup ran off with Fezzik and Miracle Max came out of the closet to announce his relationship with Westley (he is rather pretty, doncha think?). Just don’t leave us again, k?
Yes, welcome back. I’ve been pining. In a “you have no idea who the hell I am cause I just got here” kind of way. In my many months of poverty/ lurking, I always liked your posts.
Don’t just stand there, BUST A MOVE!
I hear that she’s the kind you don’t take home to mother.
But when you arrive to her home, she does have incense, wine and candles.
It’s such a freaky scene.
The downstroke is the stroke for which you must get up. And that goes for everybody.
Get your freak out of my yard!
that my loneliness
Is killing me noooowowow
Don’t you know
I stiiillll belieeeve
I see a gong and, suddenly, I am compelled to bang it.