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À cause de mes oreilles










—You want me to hold the chicken, uh ?
—I want it to hold it between your knees.




—I think I’m sitting on someone’s cigarette














When I heard you open the door, my toes were dancing under the covers

Feel your pain flowing freely out of your heart and into my hand. — I feel it

It depends on the way we handle it. It’s like a dame



Mademoiselle is completely up to date : a slim boyish greyhound look



to put breasts on a woman?

Well, where in the hell would he put ’em? On their backside?






One day you’re saving the rainforest, the next, you’re chugging cock




No, sir. I putter with my hands.



The paramedics are gonna have to come to get my foot outta my mouth
