Sometimes she rose up, pressed me as deep as I could go, and rode me into the sunset.
I try not to get pissed off, but it irritates me.
I was twice wrong, but I nothing left in the tank to offer her the last time except a limp hose, so I pulled out the Pocket Pal again.
Glad they took credit cards.
I've certainly seen a lot worse.
Well a lot of vitriol has been spewed on this site about this movie.