There's no such thing as bad publicity. Yeah, I was thirteen! And honey, you should have seen my tan!
You dated Mr. Big. I'm dating Mr. Too Big.
The country runs better with a good looking man in the White House. I mean, look what happened with Nixon; no one wanted to fu*k him, so he fu*ked everyone.
My name's Samantha and I'm a loveaholic.
There isn't enough wall space in New York City to hang all of my exes.
Last night I could not stop thinking about a Big Mac. I finally had to get dressed, go out and pick up a guyI'm a "trisexual". I'll try anything once.
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