Oh Jesus, the twitchy parts are moist now!

It really feels like the bear is masturbating directly into my brain. 

A penis fell out of my purse when I was lightly whacking it and now my child has questions. 

For the love of God, gestate!

 I don’t want to buy the Devil’s syrup.

 Wow, that’s pretty familiar if you’re already talking cadavers. 

 We were passionate about Uranus long before scientists said it was wet.

Our king needs all of his nipples.