The ones I type myself don't give me particularly good conversation.

that's a shame

Indeed.

and also in thought

In sort.

they're called licorice allsorts, not licorice whoresorts, you weirdo

Well I don't have anything to do with either, so wouldn't know.

sure...

Neither licorice allsorts nor licorice whoresorts taste nice to me.

oh, is that the appeal for you? sick bastard.

What's the appeal for me?

20 to life. 5 years for good behaviour. chemical castration

But I sang!

while the licorice squealed... you're not helping your case any

Sure I am.