Lady, please take your head out of my crotch.
Is this ball game ever going to be over?
That sounds like an awful lot of money for a power saw.
Duct tape won't fix that.
Is this ball game ever going to be over?
That sounds like an awful lot of money for a power saw.
Duct tape won't fix that.
Little Debbie snacks have too many fat grams.
Her breasts are just too big.
Sometimes I just want to be held.
Let's stop and ask for directions.
Let's stop and ask for directions.
That chick on Murder She Wrote gives me a woody.
Our team lost 10-1. But we tried our best, and after all, that's the important thing.
I can't stop fantasizing about Dr. Ruth!
Gosh, honey, I should have listened to you, in the first place.
Gosh, honey, I should have listened to you, in the first place.
I think those big, jacked-up trucks look ridiculous.
Want all my tools? I just realized I never do anything useful with them!
I'm deeply offended by young women who go bra-less.
Hell with Monday Night Football, let's watch Murphy Brown.
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