Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. I don't criticize you! And if you're worried about criticism, sometimes a diet is the best defense. I mean, it's one banana, Michael. What could it cost, ten dollars? And THAT'S why you always leave a note. This is not what it looks like. It looks like you're tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence.

You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. Daddy horny, Michael. My brother wasn't optimistic it could be done, but I didn't take "wasn't optimistic it could be done" for an answer.

Tobias Fünke costume. Well, they got the Asian right… "hotties" might be a stretch. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! There's a girl in my soup! I'm going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. Dad would stage elaborate situations using a one-armed man to teach us lessons. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times.

Michael was having brunch with Sally Sitwell at a restaurant called Skip Church's Bistro. In addition to brunch, the restaurant was known for an item on the menu called the "Skip's Scramble", an omelet that contained everything on the menu. Do not order the Skip's Scramble. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." Monday morning. COME ON! What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect– The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom?

George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. I'm in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Sure, let the little fruit do it. HUZZAH!

Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. Stack the chafing dishes outside by the mailbox. I'm on the job. Why are you squeezing me with your body? Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia? Buster, what are you doing with mother's rape-horn? Speaking of settling, How's Ann?

I will pack your sweet pink mouth with so much ice cream you'll be the envy of every Jerry and Jane on the block! This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. Look what the homosexuals have done to me! You can't just comb that out and reset it? And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking.

We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves. But I did finally get into Dad's pants. Although I had to have the crotch taken in a little bit. If this tableau I recreate, perhaps I can re-snare my mate. Yeah, like I'm going to spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit? Come on!

OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ This show was cancelled. I mean, COME ON. He… she… what's the difference? Oh hear, hear. In the dark, it all looks the same. Early. These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Do the right thing here. String this blind girl along so that dad doesn't have to pay his debt to society. Let me out that Queen.

Either I zip down, or he zips up, and that is a mighty long zipper on Mother's Cher jumpsuit. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying.