He That Searches For Praise Will Often

You Ever Hear Guys With Small Cocks Talk About Sex? Can't Talk About It Enough. They Even Got Poems. They'll Say, 'it's Not The Motion Of The Ocean, It's The Boat Of The Lotion.' I've Even Heard Variants..., It's Not The Tree Or The Size, It's The Axe That You Wax.' It's A Whole Sub-genre Of Poetry Now That's Taught In Many Of Our Finer Institutions.

Pulp Fiction Is A, Uh, Gritty, Urban Satire. Pump Friction Is A Uh-uh, A Bunch Of Uh, Dudes And Ladies Having Dirty Sex.

A Readiness To Excuse Some Faults, Shows A Disposition To Commit Others.

The Praise We Seek For Our Own Virtues Sometimes Tempts Us To Flatter The Imperfections Of Other Men.

Love Is An Artful Arrangement Of Artless Pretensions, Whereby We Labor To Appear Innocent In What We Desire To Be Most Cunning.