Bill: Best two out of three.
George: Bill, you said one game, and I won. You do it.
LBJ: I just want my colonoscopy bag emptied, is that so much to ask?
It’s not a name…it’s supposed to be a long, protracted UGGGHHHH, only sort of quavery. Picture a car with a dead battery, trying to start–that sort of noise.
“Lord, how I hate these breast-feedin’ competitons. George ALWAYS cheats. Oh, fire the damn pistol, already!”
One girl. Two guys. Three possibilities
“I don’t care who finishes first, just don’t get it on my dress boys”
No. I will not let you do shots off my ass.
“What’s that horrible smell?…..Oh, it’s me, I’m a corpse”
“I coulda gone to Monster Trucks…”
“I can see Barb’s thong again. “
Bill, is that your hand on my penis?
Bill: She looks so life like, doesn’t she?
Lady Bird: I’m not dead you moron…
Bill: Best two out of three.
George: Bill, you said one game, and I won. You do it.
LBJ: I just want my colonoscopy bag emptied, is that so much to ask?
Bill: “she’s not much of a looker, W, but she gives a hellava handjob!”
*UGHughUGHughUGHughUGHugh*
Aaron, who’s Hugh?
It’s not a name…it’s supposed to be a long, protracted UGGGHHHH, only sort of quavery. Picture a car with a dead battery, trying to start–that sort of noise.
Don’t ever make me describe that again.
“Where’s the waitress with my chicken wings?”