I also need you to buy sand. I don’t know if they grade it, but… coarse.
Plus - it vibrates.
I said M for MANCY
Lana…Lana…LAN-A-A-A-A-A!!!
“ok (your own fingers.”
Oh my God…THERE’S NO SSSIIIIIIIINNNKK!!!
Out macho a gay guy? Oh my stars!
So informal. Call me by my title…Countess Von Fingerbang.
>Hello!
>So? Krieger’s a doctor.
-Not the medical kind!
-Not even the other kind, technically.
>Vincent Van Go fuck yourself.
>That’s like comparing apples to Nazi oranges.
Also yes.
Hello? Señor Wingman?
“Press the red button.”
“Ok…WAIT…that’s not going to kill everyone is it?!”
“…press the BLUE button.”
You’re not my supervisor!
Aw, Goatley…
Oh, Pigly…
This is an elegant dinner party for ELEGANT people. Haw. Haw. Haw.
What don’t you understand?!!
The core concept apparently.
So you finally learned to play YYZ?
No. I meant the other thing…and Neil Peart still stands alone…
Yeah, he’s not coming back. That chick was like the Pele of anal.
All aboard the S.S. Date Rape!