You know, this is exactly like a dream I had once, except it wasn’t in a garage.
The “garage”? Hey fellas, the “garage”! Well, ooh la di da, Mr. French Man.
As a matter of fact, I bought one at the Control garage sale, it’s hanging over my bed.
I hate yard sales! The only difference between this and a home invasion is I get to shoot people at a home invasion!
Elvis used a thermos? That’s it? For twenty bucks, it better come with his teeth in it.
Jon Voight bit you?
If she’s bit, there’s spit. If there’s spit, there’s DNA. Swab her neck!