Bollocks.

Me drink this? Naff off. It looks and smells like Georgie's pee pee.

Perfectly said. Thank you.

Are you sure this is the real Pracersize lady? She doesn't have a camel toe.

Dios, mi niño! Your pants are a little Puffy.

Your not invited cos you stole my best friend in 5th grade.

Also no first dance as man and 'wife', feeding cake to one another (ick nasty).

She's probably already started an Excel spreadsheet with date, time, location, grievance, outcome, and apology received.

I think you've been hanging out in the Interior D'Illusions lounge for too long.

Plastic tittays. Ick.

The article on '50 Grades of String Theory' made my nipples hard.

His surgeon cocked up.

And SpaceHoppers!

Smocks, patent shoes, 45rpm singles, twiggy.

You'll need to go much further back than that to break my mind with nostalgia. Computer punch cards, Mark Hamill, pageboy hair cuts? Now you're talking.

I believe John Travolta is a big fan.

Nope. That's at my fine establishment, The Pork Sword.

Only nuts.

The man looks ... constipated?

Cat hair, fur balls, tequila sampling, and collecting dirt.