Bed them, don't wed them. Do them, don't woo them, date them don't mate them
Marcie, let me explain something to you, *Chicken Sound* "Buck buck buck buck buck buck buck"
If God had wanted women to bowl, he would've put their breasts on their backs so we would have something to watch while waiting our turn
I don't want more people in this house. I want less. I want my life back, dammit. I want my youth. I want my hair. I want... this room. It's really nice... Are you thinking of moving out, son?
