 E_B_A: "I've found *FART* our product made my *FART* sex much more *FART* sensual and exotic *FART* but about the side *FART* effects..." |  AgentQ: "I don't know about the set, Jen. It seems kind of dangerous." "It's not dangerous! It's sensual!" "Look, the curtain behind you is already on fire-" "With the smoldering heat of passion!" |  Reynard: Ready to giggle incessantly at your call.  E_B_A: "Once you *FART* get past the *FART* side effects you *FART* discover that the *FART* sex is fantastic and... and...
uh oh..."  AgentQ: Bullshit. That's a dude.  JediClone: Sores Agent_Moldy: Hey, Clem doesn't shave his legs for just anyone, you know!  E_B_A: "I really like the product... uh... but why is it shipped in the hollowed-out skull of an infant? And why do we have to pray to that skull each day and display it in our house? And did my vagina always have these fangs?"  HanoverF: Otter sweat?  E_B_A: Due to a typo, I got a kit that allowed me access to the internal organs of William H. Macy. All in all, I think it was an upgrade.  AgentQ: Hey, nice to see that the cover of Fatboy Slim's Halfway Between The Gutter And The Stars scored a date! Good on you, Gutter! E_B_A: More coed corpses wrapped in plastic strewn through a swath of marshland in your bloody wake.  CrabofDoom: And lo, was BaconLube greenlighted for market.  HanoverF: "We've been very happy with our order" *blush* "Yeah, we really needed it, she's like a mummy down there. Aren't you dear."  E_B_A: Well, he puts "Female Product Formulist" on his resume but his real occupation is "Restraining Order Collector."  WB: I've greasd my ass with this stuff, and let me tell you, I've greased my ass with this stuff.  AgentQ: "The Intimate Escape is a fantastastastastastastas-" "Just a second." *Carmen opens Miyoko's control panel* *flips a few switches* "-tic product. Can you tell us more about it?"  CrabofDoom: "Hi, Karen!" "Why, hello! Who are you?" "My name's Gary, and I'm a man." "Oh." *scoots to other side of sofa* |
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