“Daaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii…ryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…Queeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen.”
I’m not sure I can fit another one in there.
He fell off the mantle while trying to lick his own balls.
No, you can’t wear those, that would give you terrible migraines.
Take a box of Cheerios and some apples. . .
Usually, a Coke and a Snickers bar.
And if you don’t stop jerking off, you’ll never get rid of that tennis-elbow.
He said, “Fuck him. Give him a dollar.” Breakfast was my idea.
I dunno, but the Pope’s his driver.
So, how long do you want that bridge?
Dad, if you don’t stop screwing around, Moses and I aren’t going to play with you anymore.
I asked you to give him two test tickles.
All right, all right, I’ll do the damn dishes.
Wait a second, I think I can save you $10,000.
How do I know it won’t kill you like it did the cow?
Her and her first husband, or her second husband?
No, her legs.
I’ll take the chick and catch a Tory.
Then the idiots both tried to get into her at the same time and she split right up the middle.
“They gave me a chihuahua?!![”