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Q: How big of a hookah does Lucky Spencer have to smoke out of to get through his touchy-feely scenes with Helena Cassadine? A: A pretty danged big fucking hookah, baby! |
Tony: I don't understand why he's not aging. All his vitals are normal; his fever is going down *sigh* I'm afraid we're going to have to take drastic measures! Bobbie: You mean ........?!?!? Tony: Yup. A re-cast. Lucas: I want severance pay, you bastards! Tony: Shhh, son. Anger will only make the fever worse.
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All together now: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo !!!!!!! |
Luke: You're upset, honey. Let me take you to a nice hotel room, have sex with you and make it feel all better. Felicia: Mac! So mean! Mac! So mmeeeannnnn!!!!! Luke: Shhh, honey. Yes, you're right. Mac is a mean man. Now come with Luke. Let Luke have sex with you and make it all better. Felicia: Mackie mean! Mean Mackie! Mac mean! Luke: Yeah, I heard ya, honey. Sex. Think sex. Sex will make it all feel better. |
