I am all for changing the criteria for electing Miss America.
I heard there was a party going on. So when are we gonna get together again? It's been a long time. ;)
Hey joe, remember this?
How about a life-form shaped like a ball. Walking on legs is more complicated than just rolling to your next destination.
I hate the phrase, "Life is short" because life is literally the longest thing that any of us will ever experience.
Yes I have. If you're still arguing, then this isn't a timed debate!
Aha!!! If it was a time limit debate, then why are you still arguing? I Got you now!
That was never five minutes! Besides, this debate doesn't have a time limit.
No it isn't! An argument is an intellectual process. Contradiction is just the automatic gainsaying of any statement the other person makes.
No it can't. An argument is a connected series of statements intended to establish a proposition.
Is this the right debate? It says that it is a "Private debate. "
No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.
I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!
I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby! Doggie style... .
Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.
I'm tugging off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly .
OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool .
I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear .
I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me .
I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?