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Chauffeur! Take me to the gentleman's club. Very good sir. And while we're at it, honk the horn at passing wenches.

Like my father's before me, my tutelage came at Mr. Edwards' School for Prissiness

Contrary to popular belief, Jill actually decided she would rather not come tumbling after her clumsy brother, thankyouverymuch.

OK, when the substitute walks in, everybody drag your nails down the board!

Ahhhh, the Good Old Days....when a boy could carry a fairly realistic looking toy gun, and neither a SWAT team nor Homeland Security would show up.

Two girls One coupe

I told you not to feed him after midnight...