Yeah I called her up. She gave me a bunch of crap about me not listening to her, or something. I don't know, I wasn't really paying attention.
Do I look like a cat to you, boy? Am I jumpin' around all nimbly bimbly from tree to tree?
I'm sorry, Mr. Handicapped Man. I did not mean to offend you. Do you understand sign language? Can you read lips? Well if you don't answer me when I speak to you, I'm gonna put my foot in your ass, is that clear dummy?
Well, I from FAR, FAR, FAR, far Souff!
This is your doctor. I have your prenancy report here, and guess what. You got knocked up
I just wanna go to the rooftops and scream, 'I love my best friend, Evan.'
This is a hybrid. This is a cross, ah, of Bluegrass, Kentucky Bluegrass, Featherbed Bent, and Northern California Sensemilia. The amazing stuff about this is, that you can play 36 holes on it in the afternoon, take it home and just get stoned to the bejeezus-belt that night on this stuff.
I always wondered why they were called roofies. Cause you're more likely to end up on the floor than the roof. They should call em floories.
You have the voice of an angel. Your voice is like a combination of Fergie and Jesus.
Touch her boobs? That's assault brotha. You double dare me?
Oh, yeah. Cheeeeese... Didn't we lock you in the dumpster one time? Yeah, I got out.
The painting was a gift, Todd. I'm taking it with me.
You can trouble me for a warm glass of shut-the-hell-up! Now, you will go to sleep! Or I will PUT you to sleep. Check out the name tag. You're in MY world now, grandma!
Uh, no. Sorry, but a toll is a toll, and a roll is a roll, and if we don't get no tolls, then we don't eat no rolls.
Can I just spray a little PAM down there right before the baby comes out?
First we'll make snow angels for a two hours, then we'll go ice skating, then we'll eat a whole roll of Tollhouse Cookiedough as fast as we can, and then we'll snuggle.
Whats up with all these wack names, like i dated this girl once named Ganoria, but she spelled it like gonorrhea, I cant put that on no postcard!
This is the operator with an emergency call from your sister, 'Samson... it's Sheila... M-Momma fell... '
I wish it were winter so we could freeze it into ice blocks and skate on it and melt it in the spring time and drink it!
Well, huh, might as, might as well ask why is a tree good? Why is the sunset good? Why are boobs good? Man, firecrackers, ya stick 'em in mailboxes, you drop 'em in toilets, shove 'em up bullfrogs asses.
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