Further adventures in ranguage.
"How'd you get your pubes so curly?"
Dog meets poo. Dog loses poo. Guy steps in poo. The end.
"Chairman Mao shat here."
No, YOU smell!
Grungy old jeans because you will vomit on yourself after eating eggs with clam.
Have you heard about our take-out menu?
Learn to talk out of your ass in just two weeks!
Don't move. I'm gonna grab the camera.
I can think of a result if you eat that.
That's what you-know-who said.
The Haiku version of the story about the guy whose girlfriend sets his groin on fire.
Gonna be hangover.
"There's no accident here."
"Did you turn left?"
"At the light."
"There was a light?"
"You said there was."
"Me, too. Let's go to 7-11"
"What about the accident?"
"There's an accident?"
Jusus loves me, this I know,
For the Buble tells me so.
"Thank you, I just had it stewed."
So will the typhoid.
Pretty much, yeah.