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Was he singing "I am Woman, hear me roar!" at the top of his lungs as he fired his ass down the slide? Because the mental image of that is making me giggle. Epic flounce!

@Lilah: xoxoxo! I would pay good money for an obscene needlepoint pillow!

@magic8ball: I was just sad I couldn't work "Madoff" into the cadence with a rhyme, because he looks just like him.

Tale as old as time

@waverly: The new Atlantic Avenue one does.

You want to impress me, MTA? Get a powerwasher and clean the goddam tiles in every station. For Christ's sake, they haven't been cleaned since 1904 when some broad named Matilda Guttersnipe washed them down with carbolic acid and a horsehair brush. I don't need or want to hear Lofreaqua yelling at her babydaddy

@phamm: Her version is worth a YouTube watch.

@phamm: It's Katy Perry's California Gurls!

Russki Jew Spy Gurls, they’re undeniable

@JuanOxido: Total win, win, win. Hearted.

@bwbcg: The "Where The Wild Things Are" latex hat/mask is cool.

Rural America - scary as hell since (at least) 1952.

Love it, and her.

@duetoprivacy: Since he was slapping your vag, House of Pain might have been a better choice: "Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin..." #sex

@colormeroutine: Yes. I refer to him as Mr. Lovey-Dovey. Each and every encounter was as sweet and cloying as cotton candy. Did we ever tear it up on the dining room table? No. Was there ever hot dirty talk? No. Coos of "ooh ah wuv you" was the best he could do. We talked about it many times, I ordered pricey