Let me put it this way; I have an extensive collection of name tags and hair nets.
OK, so I still live with my parents, which I admit is both bogus and sad. But at least I have an amazing cable access show! And I still know how to party!
If it’s a severed head, I’m going to be very upset.
On Sunday I drove through Wymeswold. Wymeswold.
Party time. Excellent.
I don’t even own -a- gun…
If Benjamin were an ice cream flavor, he’d be pralines and dick
Am I supposed to be a man?! Am I supposed to say “That’s okay, I don’t mind”? Well, I mind! I mind big-time! And you know what the worst part is? I NEVER LEARNED TO READ.
But you and I both know that there is NO film in this camera.
Was it only me who found (finds) Stacey quite attractive?
edit: If she were an American President she’d be Babraham Lincoln.
Did you ever find Bugs Bunny attractive when he put on a dress and played girl bunny?
No.
- laughs-
No!
Garth. That was a haiku.
It will be mine one day. Oh yes. It will be mine one day.
“Ribbed for her pleasure”. Ewwwwwww…
Would you like to have dinner some night?
Oh I like to have dinner every night.
Garth, I’m going to be Frank.
Ok, can I still be Garth?
Essentially a perfect scene.
Yes, Pete, it is. Actually, it’s pronounced “mill-e-wah-que” which is Algonquin for “the good land.”
You know Wayne, if you’re not careful, you’re going to lose me.
Why is it that if a man kills another man in battle, it’s called heroic, yet if he kills a man in the heat of passion, it’s called murder?
Pardon me… do you have any grey poupon?
MONTY YOU TERRIBLE CUNT!