— A blowjob from you?
— Well, something tells me, it's not gonna suck itself, Hank.
The sense of power is such a turn on — maybe you’re on your knees, but you got him by the balls.
— Nurse, suction.
— The patient's not even here yet.
— I know.
What's the difference between a wife and a job? After 10 years a job still sucks.
Helping someone move is like oral sex: you do it once and then they owe you for life!
So you wanna win a man over, you don't need 10 steps, you need one, and it's called a blowjob.
— Where were you, woman?
— Down in the parking lot, giving blowjobs for cash.
— Were you paying or were they?
I mean, what could ever be better than sex?
For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh.
I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, guthosing orgasm.
Painting a picture, composing an opera, that's just something you do until you find the next willing piece of ass.
And now he's got Bonnie, and she's younger and sexier and prettier. She probably gives mint-flavored, organic blowjobs.
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