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I hardly knew her!

Twins and a side chick are pricey.

I'm working on a spoken word album. Nuge and Kid Rock on backing music. Practically rap. Already up for a Grammy and 10X Platinum. It's a gift to help end violence in Chicago. Poor blacks will be super empowered and put down the illegal guns Obama is bringing in. Just the best album.

Back in school, my mom purchased many of those World's Best Almond Chocolate bars so I could win exciting prizes that would have been cheaper to purchase outright.

You might be thinking of Mayim Bialek.
Ms. Silverstone is a proponent of chewing a kid's food and spitting in it's mouth and maybe vaccines are fucked up things for parents to do to kids.

Dash: I'm gonna say some crazy shit.
Silverstone: Hold my vegan beer.

She can stand on her head and sing songs in front of inexplicably conservative Dennis Miller. Let's see these Jill-Come-Latelys do that.

I'm old school and prefer the ramblings of Victoria Jackson.

I find it fascinating that a career involving playing twins and opposite a sentient VW Beetle has led to her being a difficult actress.

Depends on the ass, I suppose. In general, not really but in specific sure.
And with the level of rudeness, you didn't even deserve the chicken!!!
Harrumph!!

When I was 10 or so, I went through a weird Diet Dr Pepper and Tab phase. I really liked the aftertaste.

What you do is say, "I'm leaving and never coming back," go to McD's and eat, then come back and say, "I couldn't live without you, baby."

Went in to work this morning thinking, "It's gonna be slow as fuck and I'll be out by 11."
It was slow as fuck but they weren't sending anyone home.
1230 rolls around and I took leaving early in my own hands.

Bridesmaids was okay.

Bro, you aren't allowed to jerk it to Sucker Punch. It's super empowering to ladies from what I hear.

If I'm jerking off to something with Night on Bald Mountain, it's gonna be Toxic Avenger.

*Disney presents a cease and desist. No strings is a copyrighted line of Ultron*

I just jerk off to that last story in Heavy Metal what with the tits and whipping.

Oh no, Grimace. You must pull forward and wait for these Fry Guys to be done. And by done, I mean dead. Do you grimace now, Grimace? Do you?!

Hand-me, eh?