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I Hate Women Who Complain About Being Fat When They're Like A Size 5. Anything Under Size 5 Isn't A Woman. It's A Boy With Breasts.

Maybe They Know What I Know, That The True Way To A Man's Heart Is Six Inches Of Metal Between His Ribs. Sometimes Four Inches Will Do The Job, But To Be Really Sure, I Like To Have Six.

A Little Boy Who's Discovered The Monster Under The Bed Is Actually Real, And It's Screwing Mommy.

Questions Are Great, But Only If You Know The Answers. If You Ask Questions And The Answers Surprise You, You Look Silly.

Who Would Have Ever Thought I'd Be Afraid Of A Zombie, Any Kind Of Zombie? Nicely Ironic That.