I don't think, after being hit on the head with one of those, you'd have any priorities at all. You'd be DEAD. Unless it was being swung by some really weak person, like a midget or something. But those don't exist.
The dynamite was off somewhere else pleasuring Alice. I smell patchouli!
Hey don't discriminate. You don't know me. I could be one of those hermies. Phrodites.
I'm afraid I lost that chart of the rules so I am just going to have to say that dragon beats rock?
But you wouldn't. She's so sweet.
that's cool with me
Resha.
Do we have any Indians here?
Well, I was oing to say stick figures at first.
I could try lowering my prices, I suppose.
