My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!"

If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time.

Can't a guy call his mother pretty without it seeming strange? Amen. And how about that little piece of tail on her? Cute! YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! Let me take off my assistant's skirt and put on my Barbra-Streisand-in-The-Prince-of-Tides ass-masking therapist pantsuit. I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.

Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!! That's my son, you pothead! You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. It's Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion.

You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! I figured out a way to make money while I'm working! I prematurely shot my wad on what was supposed to be a dry run..so now I'm afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I'll never forget your wedding. Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib.

This is not me encouraging you to go here and write a review. No. First I blow him, then I poke him. Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down. Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars?

I could use a leather jacket for when I'm on my hog and have to go into a controlled slide. Mom always taught us to curl up in a ball and remain motionless when confronted. Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. No! These are just strippers! Look how hot they are! Can you believe that the only reason the club is going under is because it's in a terrifying neighborhood? Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw. NO TOUCHING!

Saw this on the highway and almost blue myself. Hop on? A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? Butterscotch! Want a lick? Teamocil.

Yes. Lindsay and I are planning a night of heterosexual intercourse. It's as Ann as the nose on plain's face. Now, do you wanna steer, or are you too old to sit on your Pop's lap and drive?

A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON! Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Friday night. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in.