Are you an angel, because your texture mapping is divine!
You want to approach the bench and badger my witness?
There is nothing accidental about your body, baby. No sharps, no flats, all curve...
I wish I was your flute...then you could press my buttons and blow me all night long.
Girl when I see that body of yours it creates a stress on my heart and a strain on my "beam".
I'd switch to emacs for you.
I'd like to browse through your clothes like I browse through Netscape.
Baby! You're sweeter than fructose.
I have 4% battery remaining. I chose to message you. Did I choose wisely?
If you were an ISP I'd dial you all day long.