I was just about to punch that horse in the balls, setting off the greatest Rube Goldberg machine of all time, ending the reign of Ali Bongo Ondimba, newly elected President of Gabon, before it began, leaving a power vacuum which only I and my mechanized powersuit could fill, beginning a decades-long reign of terror…

Your dad is the gayest gay I've ever known.

I was just about to ease my throbbing manhood into her well-greased booty-bass-video-sized ass, but then my parents died.

She hasn't? I read all of her quotes in the Hater in a faux Brit accent.

HUMMINGBIRD BLENDER-FODDER.

I love Earth's early stuff, and Sunn O))), so I don't know that it sounding all the same would bother me.

So, who's going to tell this guy he forgot to finish his band's name?

Just bass and drums?

Do it do it do it! You KNOW you wanna do it!

Coltrane's OM? Scary as shit, yes, but not really metal exactly.

I would not
I would not I would not stick my dick in that metal box.

and its sequel, Exit the Pantywaist.

I have to say, I never miss an opportunity to see Leslie Nielsen shirtless. Never. Oh no.

Yes, I understand when one goes Down Under, one often must contend with a great deal of research in the bush: probing exploration and a great deal of perseverance in stimulating a natural, verifiable response in the assorted wildlife therein.

Of course, that'll involve a lot of personal (VERY personal) research work to be done…

Word, Tomwaits. Word.

Yes, let's talk about the Beav, Ward. He's really getting himself into some trouble this time!

Aww shucks Eh Me, I've missed you too! And I think we should start a band called "Conglomeration of Penises", in which EVERY song will be about a freaky sex act.

Plus, I think Ira and Georgia play together as "Sleeping Pill", which sounds totally different from YLT.

This one goes out to the guy I shoved.