I’ve got a godlike erection. Seems a shame to waste it.

I could pick your pussy out of a police line-up of pussy. I could. You know, if your pussy was ever arrested, God forbid, and had to be identified in some kind of line-up, I would get it right away.

OK, one more time, for the cheap seats. What happened there could have happened to anybody! Wrong place, wrong time, wrong vagina!

Well, I like to think of myself as having a 12-inch cock, but it doesn’t make it so.

You’d deny a dying man his final meal?