They both come in quarts.
Michael Jackson.
Please, madam, don’t make my job disgusting.
Five. One to hold the lightbulb and four to stand in the corners and drink 'til the room starts to spin.
No, it’s just ice cream.
It contains bells and smells like pepper.
The third one ducked.
They can’t stand to leave their buddies behind.
Was it DiMaggio?
Because his dick was stuck in the chicken.
It’s a rambling rack, from George’s attack, and an elephant engineer.
No way. I’m not gargling after her ass has been in it!
Yes, but if you rub it, it turns into a suitcase.
$20, same as in town.
Thursday is your turn in the barrel.
One is a flaming Nazi gasbag; the other is just a blimp.
I gotta respect a man who can eat that much ice cream…
One is a cunning bunch of runts…
“Thats a long way to tip a rarie”
“It doesn’t do anything”
…And then I wished for a 12 inch prick…
You are going to lengthen his legs, aren’t you?