I will always love New York, but I can never marry her.
That is scary, but I'm of the opinion that anyone who swims alone in South African or southern Australian waters is out of their fucking mind.
In my defense, I do have H1N1.
Those are good ideas, Holly. The pockets on the cargo pants would be irresistible to women with urges to initiate inappropriate physical contact (13, 15, 6, 2, 19), while the hat would remind any young widow of her dead fiancé (1, 8, 14). As a bonus, my sexy hat happens to be a black skull-cap, which could remind a young widow of her dead Muslim fiancé, leading to the arrest and prosecution of an al Qaeda-linked paintball club in Islip.
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