Something tells me we're no longer talking about the same Turks, I don't know whether to be relieved or dissapointed.
I wish I could finally be involved in some dirty stuff on the side.
So anyways, we finally decide to run away, y'know lest they grow brains and check the roof.
No wonder she doesn't want to sleep with me, she's so out of shape she wouldn't be able to handle it. Handle what you say? Well...
