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The other day I saw a fireman- excuse me, a fire person. And it had a mustache.

The erotic is the thrill of the unknown. Pornography is that same unknown sliced open and pinned apart.

When opportunity knocks stick a shotgun through the mail slot, blow away his kneecaps and drag his screaming soon to be corpse inside.

Karl Rove is a toad that never liked flies.