There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
I want to.
Well, you can't!
Es lag ein nacktes Mädchen bäuchlings auf dem Bett.
Jede Flagge des Landes braucht einen Sockel.
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
Do you know? Someone wrote a story about two bottoms that spoke to each other.
Really? These writers get real low down, don't they?
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
She said I could do what I liked with her and I did.
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
Speaking as a professional bottom biter I would say that this is good.
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
Yes! Very decorative, don't you think? I have them all over the house. It makes the place look lived in, don't you think?
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
Just what every young man needs? Or most young men.
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
Something to warm my feet on.
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
I will probably have to wear a nightie when I get old.
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
I am not an Indian holy man and I can't resist the temptation and I do like biting.
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
You do things that my mother never told me about. Please do it again, Mrs Matchem!
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
I'm not going to sit on a cold wall again.
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
I'm a bit young for a coloscopy.
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
It's time I got a new husband. One that can afford bed clothes. And clothes too. Why do I have to lie here catching cold because he has no money to buy me nice things. He's got no money to buy me anything. He's useless.
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
I don't mind it really. I don't mind who does it – my parents, the neighbours, the fire brigade. But I do have to ask myself if it is hygienic?
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
That's it! I've had enough. No more! I won't be able to sit down for a week. Keep your mouths closed. It's all over. The end! Finish!
There was a naked girl lying face down on the bed.
Was it a knife or was it poison? How was she murdered? Where's the gun? The blood? What sort of whodunit is this? We, the readers, have a right to know how she was murdered. There is always at least one murder at the beginning of a whodunit and whodunits are the only thing worth reading. I've had enough – I'm going to stop reading. Now!