That sucks, ya blowhole.
If I don’t get arrested again tonight it’ll be a miracle.
Probably just gonna get real gross with myself with the shades drawn in my bedroom. You know, the usual.
TLC’s least favorite show.
Put a cassette up my butt and I’ll tell you a story.
You don’t need a weatherman to tell which way the wind smells.
How about all these lefties and righties just fucking switch hit for a little while.
Yes and stop breathing from your mouth.
Sunday brunch isn’t nice & relaxing for everyone.
Guys, I have no idea what happened but I think it may be permanent.
Grab a spoon and scoop yourself some man-candy.