Well, I hope you also carry a spare bowl of candy beans. There are dozens of us! Dozens!

You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That's amazing. You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. It's sort of like going from prime rib to… I don't know… weird brother of prime rib. Yeah, that's a cultural problem is what it is. You know, your average American male is in a perpetual state of adolescence, you know, arrested development. (Hey. That's the name of the show!) Her lawyers are claiming the seal is worth $250,000. And that's not even including Buster's Swatch. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! 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!

Let me out that Queen. They frame my junk. Those are balls. Well, Michael, I did not find their buffoonery amusing. It just seems like there's still light coming in from under the door. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. It's OUR nausea.

A sea of waiters and no one will take a drink order. She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. And don't make the water too hot. The scabs come right off.

I've used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? That's the first time we were in the shower since our honeymoon. And this time, no tears. Suddenly he's too much of a big-shot to brush mother's hair. Happy Franklin Friday. The Army had half a day. There are very few intelligent, attractive and straight men in this town. Well, that certainly leaves me out. Shémale.

You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Hair up, glasses off.

They frame my junk. A million ****ing diamonds!

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! I'M A MONSTER!!

You can control your bladder when you're dead! Let the great experiment begin! Let the great experiment begin! Second-of-ly, I know you're the big marriage expert. Oh I'm sorry, I forgot, your wife is dead. You stay on top of her, Buddy. Don't be afraid to ride her. Hard. Who? i just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of ann. Fun and failure both start out the same way.

Let me out that Queen. Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Go ahead, touch the cornballer. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Please refrain from Mayoneggs during this salmonella scare. Steve Holt? The moron jock? So you take your mom to work every day? Bummer. Moms are such a pain in the ass, huh? It's, like, die already!