I want to be the middle in a sex sandwich.
Harvey, how about a bug sandwich?
We were drunk on margaritas and wanted to find out whose wife could eat the most crickets.
Then use the ones in class. And I don’t want to hear about eyebrow lice.
I had this dope idea last night during me eyebrow threading.
I can’t live with these things hanging over my head anymore!
This is Dr. Morgenstern. He’s the head of ER. Watch out. He eats students for lunch.
Well then good news. Today is the day a girl is finally gonna touch you in your little special place.
In the old days of about 10 minutes ago, we did the news well. You know how? We just decided to.
Just check me. Is this an old fashioned notion of mine, that, when we find out things, we put them in our newspaper. Because if we find out things and just keep them to ourselves, we’d have all this empty white space in the morning.
Oh, look, Jerry finally found his people. All it took was a deep enough drip pan.
They’re not people. They’re neighbors.
Listen, to get these peasants to move, I’d dance the Watusi with a keg of nitroglycerin.
Yeahhhh, okay, dancing… it is a primal art form used in ancient times to express yourself with the body!
All right, let him wear that horse blanket to the dance Saturday night. But what are you going to do when our friends see him in it?
It taught us to be confident, even if our dance moves are subpar at best.
It was more like a full body dry heave set to music.
Waited through that entire movie to see that alien and it was her goddamn father!
Experience is the father of wisdom.
You’ll never silence Martin. I’m hyping my team up.