By now I know I am looking for something that statistically does not exist.

I had this for a couple of years. It’s all it’s cracked up to be. Really wish she hadn’t gone crazy, shaved her head, and moved to Bali.

But when push comes to shove, many of them just won’t co-operate in the war

Uh, source? Or even convincing anecdotal evidence?

That’s just sex on the beach, baby. Sold!

Cyka blyat. Pichka. Zhopa. Popa. Siski.

Peech-ka ti materna.

How about neither?

You don’t need money. Shh. Have babies.

Goddamn, I love when you give me orders.

Would you wanna bone?

Look. I’ll do it for free. It’s been a rough spell.

Amen. Dogs should be illegal.

The old man had it coming, he was a real piece of shit. I’m not sure what she’s not understanding, I think she’s got some real mental problems. I just worry about her, you know?

Let’s just get it done, okay?

Oh, no! My nonexistent support system exists even less!

Hockey, eh?

(Sorry to bring that up.)

Did you sear it to seal in the juices?

Pretty much literally what company stores used to do/what they want to do again. Except pants were an actual, useful, tangible thing.

Or at least dino nuggets.

You already are, they’re using your social security for it. Thank God.

Do they have to be men? Children has a better ring to it.

Wait until you try liquid shits.