Are you going to do, Brice?

I was thinking the other day.

You know, I was having my mid-afternoon snack, of course, a penis with a devourer, much like, you know, as I've said, Bugs Bunny with the carrot.

And I was picking my,

I was picking my oversized teeth with a large,

particularly fibrous pubic hair.

And I was thinking,

you know what?

I could have been a doctor.

I could have been an accountant, but I would have really liked to be a lawyer.

And particularly, I would have been like to be a lawyer that was able to argue with women.

Because when I do it now, in the confines of my own home, my bewigged wife and my several ugly daughters.

They always yell at me so much and they throw, you know, various pieces of produce at me,

wounding me greatly, but with no bruises because oftentimes oranges in such a man if flung do not

leave such things. And I was wondering, if I could just only be a lawyer, I could go into court.

I could argue, who is the beautiful woman on the Supreme Court?

Liz?

Who is the beautiful woman?

I mean, which one?

There's so many.

Who is the beautiful young justice Katangy?

Whatever.

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