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GLut & Billy Shat make me squirt my bottle all over my face!

Pimps make me squirt!

I hope things get better for us white people; this is terrible news! If things don't get any better, I expect the cafe on my corner to run out of Silk Almond any day now.

Mick and Keith make me squirt!

Bjork makes me squirt bio-love!

One butt, one nipple. That's all you need to know.

Meh. Those photos are pretty tame and fuzzy. You'd think SJ would have a better phone cam. Her pictures do not make me squirt. (And for the record, I would nurse on her for weeks)

Harold Ramis makes me squirt!

Nicolas Cage and Stallone make my goo boil and snap.

EVERY SPERM IS SACRED!!

Ayn rand thought I was a worthless lazy prole until I peed in her face while she was changing my diaper. It turns out that she loved a golden rinse.

Mary-Louise Parker makes me squirt.

Then, too, he believes himself to be the greatest of all architects and spends a
great deal of his time in writing new manuscripts and planning the production of entire series. In spite of the fact that he failed to pass the examinations for admission to the
Art School he believes himself to be the only

What gimmick?

Sorry guys, I've got semen on the brain.

When it comes to relationships, we've all reacted badly to our partner at
some point or another. But some people are actually allergic to their
partners—to their partner's semen, that is. Semen allergy is a rare but
often-misdiagnosed condition that can masquerade as a common yeast or
herpes infection. Not

Tom Cruise always has such soft skin. I can't wait for this release and my own.

Samantha has always reminded me of my mother with her quick sharp-tongued wit. But her strengths were always superseded by her weaknesses for alcohol and her obsession with rising to the top of her social world. Still, when I see Samantha, I whisper to myself "You did it, Ma. You did it."

There are times when I wish Kraftwerk (or Ralf, as it is these days) would just say 'fuck it' and make another fuck-you-abstract album of industrial noise-rock… but my heart knows it will never happen and it crumbles like so many leaves as fall rolls onward, crushing everything in sight.