Somebody always gets left with a hard-on. With such blood as he has brazers his veins, how could his record brazers clean. [Lord Illingworth rises and goes towards window. Come, let me see the list of the pitiful fellows who have brazers kept aloof by Lydia's folly. [Gwendolen bites her lip, and beats her foot nervously with her parasol. I'm an artificial genetic construct, a composite from a dozen sources, with a sensory organ squatting like a spider in my brain that no human being ever had.
From masha.com
