You make the underflaps of my breasts burn, like when I used to rub them with poison sumac.
I'm secretly hoping it's a mid-life crisis, meaning your halfway to an early death.
I'm not going to do this. Even your breath stinks of mediocrity
What if I were to innocently murder you? I'd still have to go to trial. I'd still probably get off for justifiable homicide
Sue Sylvester - Glee
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