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My thighs are necessarily interested in videogames.
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My thighs are integrating with all the fervor of a religious zealot integrating Biblical nonsense into their lawn decorations.
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@kteam: tell my thighs about it.
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My thighs are looking sternly over their half moon spectacles at you.
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@drewtoothpaste: Man, my thighs can never get any decent insurance, either.
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My thighs are shitty.
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My thighs are ready to kick some neighbor!
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My thighs' nickname? The naked guns.
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My thighs are fleeting, er wait not, fleeing. Oh yes.
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@kteam: you can do anything you want if you put your thighs to it.
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My thighs, while not to be confused for the similar species, Thighus Financus, are nonetheless crashing through the roof.
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My thighs, my friends, are having a good evening.
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My thighs are sliding serreptitiously down the table.
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My thighs are interested in both your interest and heart rates.
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My thighs are "like two christmas hams...slathered in gravy."
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My thighs quiver when your mother walks by, although that is either owing to her prodigious frame or to the flush of adrenalides from fear.
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My thighs are being draped in the finest stoves.
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My thighs are like a taste explosion...that leaves no survivors.
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My thighs are going on a thrat quest.
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My thighs are masters of the "cat-laced piano."
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