Formalhault exudes kindness, happiness and love.![]()
Formalhault exudes kindness, happiness and love.![]()
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
				
			
			
			
				Shlup exudes fat.
Pike exudes oil.
BoB exudes sheep excretions.
Whatever MILF exudes is probably illegal.
Oh wait, we're talking figuratively.
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Shlup still exudes fat.
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
				
			
			
			
				
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
				
			
			
			
				Every one of you exudes crazy. ._.
					
					
				Old Manus and DK exude amazingness.
					
					
				Formalhaut exudes an aggravating level of "goodness."
Cuchulainn exudes whatever the word "blarrgh" brings to mind.
Jiro exudes a quiet arrogance. Like so
BoB exudes a "what just happened?" air of obliviousness.
Bleys exudes a not-so-subtle "I know something you don't."
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
				
			
			
			
				
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
						
					
				
			
			
			
				
					
					
				Del Murder exudes patience and a quiet, unassuming superiority
Loony BoB exudes naivety and SQUEE!
Shorty exudes cool air, and gentle rain
Psychotic exudes more funny than you. Yes, even you.
fire_of_avalon exudes
Bubba exudes suavity and grace, and rainbow sex.
Bleys exudes antique furniture, cobwebs, and adult diapers.
Proot exudes colorful, fluffy nirvana.
MILF exudes wild horses. Kicking you in the face. With their hooves.
Shlup exudes grandma smell.
Pike exudes SKYNET.
Rantz exudes running naked in the ocean.