Mine on here is high, points and fubucks, no higher.

A hot summer for this year, more than last year.

Bosoms that fall out, rude that she said, lovely that he said, till they held hands in unity, as boy and girl, loving what they saw, in what was so big.

Pictures that come into my mind, keep them coming, as they are posative notes.

Men who are the chasers of elutions, than what is of a women.

To drain a man for his power, than to beat him up for his willy.

Better that a land is covered by a sea of water, than a city to be hit by a ball of fire.

Look at the man behind the beard than without it.

Win my mind before you win my body.