Now excuse me, but I have to go and pick up my busty wife from her Hormone Replacement Therapy appointment, so that we're not late starting our cross-country flight in our private airplane, because we want to make a good first impression with this teen-aged nymhomaniac that we met on the Internet.
I don't care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it. --W.S. Burroughs[ Parent ]
Yeah, well, see my comment to myself. It was supposed to be here. Geh. Anyways, let us know if you ever get out to USizicstania. [ Parent ]
I have no idea why it's called Hormone Replacement Therapy when it's really just a pill.
Hey, if we were THAT normal, I'd be six years older than her, rather than the other way 'round. [ Parent ]
If you ever make the left coast of USizicstania, you'll have to let us know. I certainly don't think we'll be flying little bitty to UKia. [ Parent ]
I'll have a "P", please, Bob!
[bonus points for recognising the show that comes from]