Nothing forges the fires of intense man-on-man bonding like unrepentant capitalism.
Out of nowhere, Tiffany screamed, “DON’T EAT THAT!”
Were they all gay peacock couples? Did they adopt eggs or use a surrogate?
If you've never slept in a waterbed, don't.
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