Production feeds off the ignorance of people. Not knowing the average temperature of thirty-three human beings. Not knowing Ph balanced from a hangman's death-knot. The screen emits negative energy: I want it, oh I need it, oh I have it! $19.95. And not knowing that all soap is the same, while soap in ultra is more but in smaller bottles. Not knowing that "easy living" is "working your ass off," and that two out of three labcoat actors agree is equal to terrible odds: I want it, oh I need it, oh I have it! $19.95. And not knowing Bob Dole's cock is as hard as anyone's when it comes to selling bikini models, I mean, selling greasy car parts, and greasy beer. Not knowing 50% more cotten for all these years, compared to nothing, couldn't fit in your ear anymore. Not knowing by the time you've hit the bullseye, it's moved another foot (to the right) and you pay another $19.95 to take a shot, never in the dark when aim is always provided.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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