LIVE! LIVE! Life is a banquet, and some sorry sons of bitches are starving!
I believe I have one or two in the closet myself.
I heard you had a way of keeping men rigid.
I thought I heard bones rattling.
Make one wonder what else is hidden in the Casa?
booooo, not anatomically correct!
So many men, so little time. This one's time just ran out. Give him a pumpkin and recycle him for Halloween.
Now we see you really do go through men.
And he is still rigid.
Nothing worst than a gilded lover.
I can't stand a man whose all bone and no muscle.
Oh, look you found Sherlock Bones.
And what was his name Napoleon BoneApart?
Skelton's give me the chills.
Go ahead darling, tell me something fabulous!