Yes? Can I help you at all? Are you local? Crème brûlée, fatie abocque. Is that the crown you wear? No! Paiser, what? Twat, bastards. Jorky abocque. Cut the mustard. 20! Please! Gail just want to have fun. Seeing Lady Marmalade. Go Johnny, go, go, go, go. Kaki Napi. What? Hanging your summit. When you're in doubt, your soft as bloody shines. Fook! Oh! Allers, oun, shapes. Allers, oun, shapes. Allers, oun, shapes. Es su bordo, he te vacas a matalado. Oh, you're my wife. Nah. Oh, don't bow. Don't bow. Bow! Boy, a collar. Shut up. Ah! Fuck! Lost 15 pounds. It'd be a pack of puffs. And walk into your rind and ends with turn. Yes, yes. Yes, bow! Sit down. Come back after it. Shit, business. Bastards. Not here. No, no. What? Jorky curvy pig in a bouquet. Oh, don't go, go, go. Bow. Yes. Oton. Sprout. Color. Tick man. Sandor. Bad no serras me. Deep. Puff deep. Puff deep. Puff deep. Puff deep. Puff deep. Puff deep. Not here. No, no. Puff deep. Better get it out. Allers, oun, shapes. Allers, oun, shapes. Oh, you're my wife. Nah. About me, about me, babe. Fuck, fuck, fuck, 15 pounds. Oton, right, d-d-d-d. Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff. G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Es suporo, es el bacano, man, salado. Oh, you're my wife. Oton, pal. Bullshit. Do you believe me now?