Well, yeah, you listen to a talking snake and there's gonna be trouble.

[Lizzie Bennington to a reporter who has asked for her opinion about Jack Archer's celebrated thighs.] __hen you come back from a set down and bring the match to a final set tiebreak and are a point away from winning the match, only to have what looks like an extremely fit player call a time out because of a cramp and then watch that player sit back and casually converse and laugh while you do your best to keep your mental focus and your body moving so you don__ grow cold and cramp yourself, I hardly think you__ concern yourself with his burgeoning manhood, let alone his thighs!

Well, with that filly in my line of vision blushing like a virgin, something in me was bound to stand at attention. And my walking legs were occupied.

If you could see your whole life laid out before you, there__ be no reason to live it, right?

She rocked her hips into him and gasped. __o you have a sleeping cabin on this boat?_ His teeth brushed her ear. __es._ __o you have protection?_ Her question didn__ register through the haze of his hunger for her. __annons, a cutlass, and a few pistols._ She chuckled and kissed him again. __ow about condoms?

First rule of a pirate__ mate, keep yer eye on yer destination, not yer doom.