You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. George Bush doesn't care about black puppets. You might wanna lean away from that fire since you're soaked in alcohol. I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. Oh, COME ON! I want to cry so bad, but I don't think I can spare the moisture.
I love you!
Great, now I'm late.
The Army had half a day. She calls it a mayonegg. Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape horn?
What, so the guy we are meeting with can't even grow his own hair? COME ON! You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing.
The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call…
Hey campers! Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you.
Everybody dance… NOW. Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep].