Some folks' slants on slippery slopes can expose a chink in one's armor.

Be a nice gesture to give Margot Kidder a recurring part on the show.

They're going to confuse some formal evening meeting for a Daddy/daughter dinner dance next and wow the crowd with a clumsy tango where she repeatedly has to slap his hand away from her ass.

Smoking crack, that's not right. smoking crack.
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"The candy you take from a baby is often sticky and covered with drool. Though slightly more difficult, it is preferable to take candy from toddlers, as there may be less stickiness and saliva accumulation, or if you like a bigger challenge, wait for older children to exit from a candy store and take it from there in…

Where there's a whip, there's a way.

You know the Preacher likes the cold.

My friend Jay Riemenschneider eats horse all the time.

Whoreos

Ape shall not kill Abe Froman, the Sausage King of Chicago.

Groban Sings Casey
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Sasquatch on a mastodon, mermaid rides a shark,
congregation at a day spa for all monsters of the dark...

The confabulists and distortionists reign over the confused, filling spaces with virus of compulsioneers detritus and mandatory stultification…

Pillennials may find accord with Zennials via wisdoms of WTFluffians and the Neotwaddlerian alliance with the GenGrayest

So if the mid-credits sequence of Infinity war will be the entirety of Spider-man Homecoming II, maybe the post-credit scenes can be the second Dr.Strange…

Are you going to Scarborough Fair
Paltry, rage, dingleberry and tweets…

Exactly…and having an intimate low key oops oh shit moment with Donna's Dad casually happen like that after the expansive splashy magnitude of Ten's adventures was just about perfect.

Then lend the eye a terrible aspect,
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon, let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a gallèd rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swilled with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up…

The orange Adonis winks at his reflection and thinks: I was born to murder the world.

Is sad cuz he needs it bad, real bad.
Haunting urinals, a bombastic and desperate bladderbully peejunkie making strange offers doing that fidgety Curly shuffle thing whilst clutching his monogrammed piss jug and grubby money roll, always willing to deep drink fresh from tap.