No time for the old in-out, love. I've just come to read the meter.
Naughty, naughty, naughty. You filthy old soomka.
Goodness is chosen. When a man cannot choose he ceases to be a man.
Are you now, or have you ever been, a homosexual?
Can you spare some cutter, me brother?
He's enterprising, aggressive, outgoing, young, bold, vicious. He'll do.
But enough of words, actions speak louder than. Action now. Observe all.
Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well! To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
Appy polly loggies. I had something of a pain in the gulliver, so I had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for wakening.
Initiative comes to thems that wait.
We were all feeling a bit shagged and fagged and fashed it having been an evening of some small energy expenditure.
It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the old Ludwig van.
And the first thing that flashed into me gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage.
Being the adventures of a young man whose principal interests are rape, ultra-violence and Beethoven.