Can’t do it…won’t…whatever.
Like a shade of black? or a slightly darker shade of black?
Oh dukes!
Run off with some 20-year-old bimbo, will he? I’ll show him! I’m gonna get me a 10-year-old!
Either?
How familiar! You must address me by my title, ‘Countess Von Fingerbang.’
Damn it Woodhouse! That’s like EGGS 101!!!
And I’m going to need to to pick up some sand. I’m not sure if they grade it but…coarse.
If I did want a grandchild, I’d just scrape all your previous mishaps into a pile and knit a onesie for it!
You know, as in Mancy!
Chet? How’s it hanging, buddy…?
Nooooope!
Most secret agents don’t tell every harlot from here to Hanoi that they are secret agents!
Then why be one?
But they were blanks, weren’t they?
Uhhh…only if the back of his skull picked that exact moment to explode outwards.
…that’s a lot of scalps
Sploosh!
When they’re dead, they’re just hookers!
Why would you do that?!!
And i’m gonna give him my equivalent of a sploosh. Which I guess would just be sploosh. Except, you know, with semen.
Sterling: Do not wind her up: that is a big gun and she is baby crazy.
Lana: Baby crazy?!
Sterling: That’s why I dumped her.
Lana: You little, you sack of shit. I dumped you because you’re dragging around a 35-year-old umbilical cord!
Sterling: See, all you talk about is baby shit, because you’re baby crazy!
For more, check out Sterling says.
Enjoy,
Steven
“Woohoo! This must be what it’s like to have sex with me!”
Gangster, of course we’ve told you about the show before; you just haven’t been paying attention:
How can an airboat be selfish?
I don’t know what to say to that.