No, no, it's pronounced a-nal-ra-pist. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful! I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. A trick is something a whore does for money… or cocaine. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb.

Heyyyy uncle father Oscar. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on?

Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. What a fun, sexy time for you. Do you have any idea how often you say the word "afraid"? Well, I know I used it in the Jacuzzi.

I don't want no part of yo' tight-ass country club, ya freak bitch! You can control your bladder when you're dead! You can control your bladder when you're dead! Oh, like when they say "poofter" to mean "tourist", yes. They frame my junk.

You're losing blood, aren't you? Probably, my socks are wet. I'm not interested in you that way. Tobias: What way? Michael: Pick one. If you don't start pulling your weight around here its going to be shape up, or…ship up. Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!

First I blow him, then I poke him. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.

Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table.

It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Steve Holt? The moron jock? I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Happy. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! And yet you didn't notice her body? I like to look in the mirror. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. If I wanted something your thumb touched I'd eat the inside of your ear.

Fried cheese… with club sauce. It's OUR nausea. She's a girl, I need to teach her how to be a woman. Within her lies a queen. Let me out that queen. If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. And that is why Jesus was often referred to as the King of Kings. Queens. The King of Queens.

A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Chickens don't clap!