As devotees of advanced jiggle physics, we cannot condone any fighting game in which the biggest boobs belong to an unemployed plumber.

Flowers wavered in the breeze.

Old Applegate, in the stern, just set and looked at me, and Lord James, amidship, waved both arms and kept hollering for help. I took a couple of everlasting big strokes and managed to grab hold of the skiff's rail, close to the stern.

Tonight I want to eat your fur-burger and I do not care about getting glazed