More like Wonder-Anyone-Could-Be-Under-There

You mean, unforutnately, right?

Sure.

I just ordered a pair of 36DD rubber boobs with life-like skin and areolas, and even I think this is weird.

Ha, yeah, it’s so obvious now that you mention it.

Probably into One WTC, and we get to start the whooooole thing over again...

Just pretend they’re talking about this plane, and not a van:

“Last owner was a little old lady who only used it once a week for groceries.”

Tiny little stress fractures, likely all over the plane now. They’re erring on the side of caution.

I don’t get it. Isn’t there more porn on the internet than a pervert can shake his dick at? Seriously. It’s there. It’s free. I have relegated countless generations to the barren wastelands of thousands and thousands of Kleenex. All the Einsteins I could have fathered, the Churchills, hell, even a Hitler or two. Just…

“...if Ed Hardy fucked a juggalo.”

The price of wanting it all?

Well, if they couldn’t find women to test it on, that should have been their first clue it wouldn’t sell well.

Smoke weed. I get super horny when I blaze.

“He looked back at me, with a smolder in his eye, and took a deep drag on that cigarette. Then, as he blew the smoke out slowly—I kid you not—he said with a deep voice, dramatic pauses, and his best attempt at Clint Eastwoodesque gravitas:

Oh yeah, Peter Porker. I remember that :)