Nine Openers, gauranteed not to work, ever.
Hi, I would like to gain control of your pysche to service my prurient desires.
My parents are still classed "human". Yours?
Listen, for me bacon is not just a "thing" but a "way".
Me fuckee suckee long time. You fuckee suckee long time?
If the moon were a 5/16ths socket wrench and you were a parnell-allplex engine, I would adjust your vabels without gloves on, day or night.
My therapist says that beans are free. Seeds, though, are seeking freedom. Funny, isn't it?
Hey!, is that a drink your drinking?
I saw you across the room and thought, "Wow, I'ld like to have sex with her." Then I walked over.
If love was a country and you were the tax collector I would ask for one extension, but then really make an effort to get it in on time next year, really, and thanks for the extension.
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