...tell me how you want it...

If she doesn't remember corn nuts and push pops, she's too young for you bro. BRO PARTIES! Quackin' out the haters up in this piece. LINKIN PARK IS THE HEAVIEST BAND EV-ER!

Dude doesn't know Bloc Party. Blowin' leaves. Might as well call me 'Jaw-Breaker.' Our parents REALLY don't know what they're doing. Just a couple socialist, commie bastards. We should be flogged in the town square. Fool me once.

Its just drugs fam. We're all drugmen. All of our least favorite cryptids. Hey babe, grab me a Lacroix...babe? Lots of mouth-breather bashin' cuh.

"Can I ask you a question tho...can I spit in your mouth?"

"...You may not."

Meh meh meh.... meh meh meh ma, meh meh meh me, meh meh maaaa... ma meh meh ma... ma mahhheh....

LRB Evangelists here. Writing checks that our monkey business CAN cash! And you can take that to the bank. Along with a primo set of truck balls. Ford v. Chevy talk. Endless Shinfo...just...oodles of it.

How. Many. Times. Can. Josi. GO. PEE!

We don't sit in the plebeian section! Filthy peasants with their common folk customs. Take some shekels and be on your way swain. Mehr! Josi-sode 6 baby. Also, were sirens just suuper thick seals that made sailor's nether regions engorge? And yet, the world still turns. "ARK ARK ARK!"

We. Are. Children.

How many innuendo's can be had in a 70's slayer? Montrose would probably argue all of em. So sit back, smoke your best shwack and trudge through some boring prattle until we get past it. If the hotel room is a rockin, then, that probably means we're having sex.

budgy

Bet this one cranks your yank. Stealing other comedians bits, Scooby doo noises and trashing a mutual acquaintance. But we subbed his name with a quack. SO FUCK YOU (QUACK!), Fucking cobbler looking, colossal asshat. Bitch.

Query: You, uh, ever just push air?......... BUDGY!