...it sounds a hellafide better than the tuba noises you were blowing throughout the night.
I'm sorry I convinced you to get that arse wax job done, but...
...you've ascended beyond the earthly pedestal; and now the human eye can barely track your movements streaking across the night sky in a blaze of red and purple orbit.
I'm sorry my passion consumes you, in a wet and groping kinda way, but...
...the couple in the next room were in dire need of lessons...and you're such a sleeper!
I'm sorry I switched meds on you, just to be entertained by watching you scratch every part of your body...just SURE something crawled on you, but...
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