I saw your boyfriend hanging mistletoe. I ain't taking any chances.
Sex therapy was more complicated in 1955.
I love a martini. Two at the most. Three, I am under the table. Four, I am under the host...
Escaping the POW camp suddenly took a back seat to riding the log.
Well well well...no reptile dysfunction here!
Excuse me while I bang my head on this table...
TAKING GREAT PRIDE in showing off the only book she has ever read.