I like how Dr. Bluesuit is staring right at Lu Ann's triangle of flesh as she's talking about taking her dress off. NICE, DOC. The kid is only traumatized in the background from the thought of leaving her dying father, but no, by all means, you two get all excited at the thought of slipping into something more comfortable. Marty can always just... call the service. Whatever that means.
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"You can call the service me anytime. I mean uh... you can call the sex me now- Erm, I meant to say you can hooters- you can knockers motorboating melons... breasts...
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Please sleep with me."
I thought "the service" was like "the help," but now that Allen mentions it, I think he's right. "That number again is 1-800-SEXYSEX."
I LOVE the secret message! You are truly talented. Love, DWET
LOLed again.
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