The soundtracks of Christmas. In Hell.
"O come all ye faithful, joyful and triZZZZZZZZZZAPPPPPPPPP!!!!!"
Unless it's "I will never sing again," I don't want to hear it.
Tastes like chicken shit.
It's official: Billy sold out.
No, thanks. I can go to my in-laws' for that.
Hungover and hungry.
Dick in a bag.
Still suckin' after all these years
This is the time... to shoot yourself.
No no no.