He Who Truly Believes He Has A

It Scored Right Away With Me By Being The Smooth, Fine-grained Sort, Not The Coarse Flaky, Dry-on-the-outside Rubbish Full Of Chunds Of Gut And Gristle To Testify To Its Authenticity.

The Scandinavians Are Dear People But They've Never Been What You Might Call Bywords For Wit And Sparkle, Have They?

Sex Stops When You Pull Up Your Pants, Love Never Lets You Go.

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He Who Truly Believes He Has A Hangover Has No Hangover.