It was worth it.

No, it's literally just, like, here, ogle this leg.

Here's a twenty. Don't tell your mother. You wanna see what cervical mucus looks like?

You know, if you look at it objectively, there aren't really that many places to jizz.

It made mine!

Binaural?

You don't want to know what Sam gets up to. They have him in a cage. Occasionally they throw him a raw steak and some cheap whiskey.

"I swear I recognize your breath."
"That ain't my breath, sonny (*winks*)"

Yep, just found it.
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There ain't a chance that's real. I hope. (CHRIST I hope.)

This is why Hughes works the night shift.

Link?

The labels didn't start until 1990. The PMRC started in 1985. Tipper Gore is a twit, though, definitely.

They're not shutting the labels down (which I personally would be opposed to). You can still get the shit if you know where to look for it. Spotify just doesn't want it on their privately-held service. Could it happen to hip hop? They could try, I suppose.

I saw them in 2002, during what was I think one of their first U.S. tours, and it was the same way. Distortion pedals and Murdoch in a Cubs jersey. It was a little disorienting, but they fucking smoked.

I'm with you. I need a hobby.

Sometimes it's hard not to. I'm not sure I could hold back. I'd like to beat that guy with a shovel.

Point taken. But the one outweighs the other.

He's not "gross". He's fucking evil, and I don't say this often or lightly. He is devoid of conscience and offers nothing to society.

Send him to Bela's basement. We'd have a good old time, me and Martin would. Until he bled out, I mean.

uhhh… no?