 | CFRH: Margaret: Hey, why's her tongue sticking out? Could it be that she desires a lil' taste of what Hooper has to offer? I'd like to think so. I'd also like to take the time out to comment on how much I LOVE white swimwear! One good dousing, and all your worldly goods are on display. Anyone got a hose handy? |
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| Clan of the Cats: Whoa. What's this chick's deal again? She's a witch.. that turns into a panther? Christ on a dollstand, Keenspot, where do you FIND these people? Still, she ain't that bad on the eyes, an' she IS naked... I'd pounce 'er, if you know what I mean. Sure, she'd probably turn me into a newt or somethin', but I'd get better. |
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| Funny Farm: Miss Reece/Joy: Ladies, ladies, ladies. No need to fight. There's more than enough Hooper to go around. In fact, I can take both of ya. You and me and her. Simultaneous. |
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| Greystone Inn: I don't know what's going on with the fucked up Shrek-lookin' cat on the end of the dock, but I dig his M.O, you know? There ARE easier ways to get a girl's top off, tho. Personally, I like a little wine, some candlelight, and brotha Marvin. Let's get it onnnnnnn.... let's get it on....You know the chicks can't resist THAT. |
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| Joe Average: Gwen: Shit, I wish I *was* there, baby. You'd be gettin' a free ticket to ride the Hooper express. It's an all-night ride, but damn, is it worth it. Next stop? Pleasure City. |
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| Joe Average: Joe: Man, that's some big-assedy hair. He's got good taste in facial hair, tho. Chicks dig the goatee. He could stand to have a little hair on his chest, tho, if he ever wants to be like me. |
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| Life's So Rad: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?! Bastard's got my haircut! Goatee and everything! It's like looking in a mirror smeared with Manic Panic and porkfat! Also: That's a damn big noggin, bro. Wha? The GIRL? Yeah, she's cute in that "Dude, Blink 182 are punk fucking rock! *giggle*" way. Too bad her bikini looks like upchuck. |
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| Living in Greytown: Dude. This is some kinky and perverse shit. I'm not sure I should be looking at this, much less reviewing it. This is wrong on so many levels. |
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| Look What I Brought Home: Wait, which one's the serial killer? I don't know about cereal, but that redhead could toss my salad anytime. As for the human sandcastle, I could kick his ass eight ways to Thursday. |
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| Soap on a Rope: SHIT! ROLLERBALL! Kick fucking ass! I love that movie! And with naked girls! I don't know who the fuck put those censor bars there, but I need to have a word with them. That word is "Chainsaw," for the record. Hey... is that a Vespa she's riding? I got something right here with more power than that... |
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| Wandering Ones: Hey, baby. You can come after MY apocalypse any time you want to. If they're all this fine in 2066, I'm gonna steal my ass a time machine and make with the love Marty McFly-style. Unless I wound up nailin' my grandkid or something. That'd be fucking gross. |
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| Wendy: Ho-lee SHIT. That's got to be violating at least three known laws of physics. Chick's knockers are bigger than my head. I find this alternatingly frightening and arousing. What's up with her hair, tho? Her and that friend of hers. Gold skin, technicolor hair. It's like Hulk Hogan threw down with Sailor Moon or some shit. |
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