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less sexual and more moon-y. Phoenix.

Chicks really dig this sort of stuff.. Tom.

A piece of drift wood for the drowning man to cling to. Chris.

Check out the lady in the red top. Elliot.

:D Scott.

Nah... I'm not just interested in the fashion. But it provides a convenient excuse. ;) Nick.

Did you play that? Mac.

That’s a mouth full! James T.

It's probably just 25 or more coincidences, right? Grumps.

Your hip sockets will thank you. Jones.

It was a gas. AB.

It won’t satisfy the anti-chemical zealots who prefer avian condoms. Sean.

“Mo’ money, mo’ money, mo’ money.” Peter.

I really like that weird smell that my dogs paws smell like. Dan.

He will be sleeping on the couch tonight. Kathy.

Tell me again why this is a bad idea? Still Unreal.

Now, sit on your porch, sip your tangerine margarita and contemplate your carbon footprint. Fred.

I have a quick solution…don’t send her to this stupid meeting Bill.

Team Trousermouse. Steve.

I need help! Ally.

I prefer my meaty boys LMS.

I always thought it was the complimentary nachos. Tony.

“cleavage,” Owen.

Felony Butt Slapping. Ala. (Not to be confused with Phelony butt slapping)

Chuck Norris doesn't cross the road, he just picks up the lanes and sets them down on the other side. James