i'm with enid…
i feel as though i've stepped into a time warp.

potato?

which makes him the new eddie murphy, which, i'm certain we don't need.

sure, until the solar megaflare comes and wipes out the internet and electricity and organized sports and there you'll be: weeping, stampless, and unable to pay your bills because, well…you know the rest.

making a good first impression in cinema is really overrated.

yeah hh, i'm thinking your inability to find stamps and your refusal to go to the post office *may* be related.

they just might not take it where you asked them to, but still a bargain.

too busy enjoying the hell out of some mudhoney references…

keep a close eye on your blood pressure in those type of situations…

sounds like a lame ripoff of the muppet movie to me…

how dare you
"bit with Mike Tyson"…

you can start with my incompetent mailman…we'll talk more later.

yeah, my ex-wife would freak out and do the same thing every few months…

michael who?
i, for one, will sleep a little better knowing that the goop is properly hydrated and cleansed…

or Harold from Harold and Maude, really…

i'd be surprised if he wasn't…hell, seeing him after the full body waxing, i might tackle the job myself.

america, land of the endless compromise.

if you get your bust tabooed, it's gonna sag when you're older…

don't forget your bust buy rewards card…

FAILURE.