Carlos "I Can Take An Ass-Kicking" Navar
Age is like a fine wine. After a certain point you turn sour, everything settles to the bottom, and they can't get rid of you quick enough.
I'm at an age where a birthday doesn't mean you're a year older, it means you're a year closer to death.
Porno mags. Naked and can't talk. That's the best part of it.
How else can you explain Christie Brinkley?
She wore a peek-a-boo nightie. First I peeked, then I booed.
She's so fat, she smells like bacon frying when she fucks.
Every time the judge says "order in the court" she says "I'll have a Quarter-Pounder with cheese."
A deposit in the booty bank.
When the dinner bell rings... you can eat me.
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