(Laughter)

He sticks the blade in my mouth.

You're not getting in.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Did she finally led you to orbits?

Score them again.

She did it, she went in it?

out of it.

And they said you have to say bye to her, you have to do what you have to do.

You screwed up!

Look, you ever had your stomach tounged by a mountain ox with a 5foot tong?

We're going for a ride!

She is curious about anything.

You can't do it on stage.

We saw the 2009 crossing of the Gibraltar Strait where you lost control and then you dived down into the clouds and in the ocean.

They are pedaling really hard, they're sweaty, they're bouncing around a lot.

We tell ourselves stories.

I think he'd sooner shove that walking stick down your throat.

Mrs. Ramadino's station wagon. It wasn't moving. It was parked down the street.

Don't be afraid to put your nose right in there.

Run it!

Do you remember this year Queen's Day?

His head is going up your ass.

Now, go.

Have a look. That doesn't work. Okay.

The boy's got a corncob up his ass.

Easier access.

You going to man up, or you're going to puss out?

What if I shove it up the wrong hole?

It was in my mouth.

Computers are down. She's all yours.

I won't ram Nothung down his gizzard until he's guzzled you down with his drink.

Did you get probed during the interview?

Or will you want me to stop in your ass?

And I'm stuck here!

(Which was very likely true.)

Down, down, down!

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these are little Pleos and you can probably see them.

I don't know why everyone's getting their panties in a wad about some vampire.

Wanted to know what it was like to walk into a propeller.

The car ran into a tree.

Water! Someone, bring water!