Things That Were Said (Vol. 4)

“How ’bout you come home with your own fucking panties on, aye?”

“It doesn’t matter.  And it doesn’t matter that it doesn’t matter.”

“If I was going on a date with Miss America I might have my balls waxed.”

“I don’t have any healthy relationship reference.”

“Sometimes I think you kiss me back because you’re just too nice to not kiss me.”

“Rivaling labia.  Rwar.”

“I think I’m going to open a strip club and call it No Expectations.”

“I want to be a stripper and carry the no-tip gong.”

“Low quality hip-hop is like mother’s milk.”

“I pooped an Applebee.”

“I hope [she] doesn’t get drunk and go home with [him] because that would be like giving a puppy a treat when it poops on your floor.”

“Monuments never change.”

“I hope I’m fucking a goat.”

“You rocketed me right up there.”

“Try and fist me.  I’ll probably fucking flinch.”

“If I like beat boxing, does that mean I’m a lesbian?”

“I can’t stop thinking about that pee that I took.”

“Eric Clapton’s son fell out of a window?  What an idiot.”

“I just don’t want to navigate all those folds of skin.”

“That’s good camel toe.”

“I feel like slobbery people are slobbery.”

“Be a good friend and graze it.  Smell my armpit.”

“Are you guys playing a game or something?”
“No, we’re looking at Jesus’s twitter.”

“You need to stop banging yourself with a wroughty piece of wood that will give you slivers in your vagina.  And by wroughty piece of wood, I mean men that are emotionally unavailable.”

Leave a Reply