"I don't know how Jules does it. She's been in the bottom two for the past four weeks and yet she always manages to pull it out with those tired old splits at the last minute."

"Really? I heard she never pulls it out. Oh. You mean the competition."

Paul's cock twitched and his butthole involuntarily clenched a bit when he spotted the huge, still-damp cum stain and got a whiff of the anonymous man-scent coming off yet another pair of underwear he'd stolen from the gym locker room. It was all he could do not to smash his face in the crotch of those tighty-whities right then and there and inhale deeply,

"Later," he told himself. "Later."

"You can root for her all you want, Mary. Jules is still going home with that lipsync tonight."

John was aghast as he realized yet another unsuspecting phone booth was about to be abducted by aliens and subjected to unimaginable horrors…

"Hold on a sec, Frank. I've gotta go pay off that damn paperboy…again."

"With her atrocious performance on the maxi-challenge and that runway look, Jules is definitely going to be lipsyncing for her life."

"I am tripping balls right now!"

"Here…I'll trade you this for the car! PLEASE!?!"

"Oh Christ…who invited the Hendersons? They're such assholes…"