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I'm all chocolate where it counts, bitches.

Other than you with that story? Most people have it to some degree, but then again, who doesn't have what? Speaking of degrees, someone asked me if I wanted to go back to get another advanced degree, and I was all, "lulz speak in Celcius, man, this is the 21st century Fox, am I right?" and...

Did you an hero?

Nothing yet?

And now for the big reveal...

Rate your ferretishness on a scale of 1 to 10, 7 being the highest.

Your pelt isn't luscious enough, dearie.

Not wearing It's Me's skin. Black Sacagewea Future. For future stuff. Chicken hearts Tenochtitlan Sun Gin martini, vodka straight

We did, in Hawaii. Going back in a year or two.

I roofied him

I offered to drive you home but you declined. I was fine, I have the hardest working liver in the galaxy.

I don't have one, but I can speak it. I also drink like an alcoholic fish. You didn't stand a chance. Plus, if I recall, I was popping oxys post surgery.

I speak Yinzer.

No, he was trying to fuck wares.

Did you hear about the Polish guy who couldn't spell? He spent all night in a warehouse.

I like the heroin chic look. Kate Moss but bonier, and with less self esteem.

I don't need a third wife. I'm good.

*wipes away single tear from cheek*

frood wins this debate.