This is inspiring
I feel inspired to go get a hot dog, maybe with chili. Probably no onions though, as I might want to mack on a hot lady later tonight. Or not. Probably not. I'm inspired, yes, but not that lucky with the ladies.

It's like rain on your wedding day…

Hrmm
I don't know these guys well, except an ex who played me some of the covers they did. God that sucked.

What the fuck?
There IS too much sound in my goddamn sandwich Amelie. It's not funny. I can't hear myself think over this fucking reuben.

FIRST! Oh, wait, no…

Cousin Santos, can you relay the story in your own inimitable fashion, just as soon as Uncle Gary tells it to you again?

Now I'm just thinking of a prime-era Lohan in a hot sexually explicit clinch with Ellie, who looks like a My Bloody Valentine cover, which to me is all about THA SEX.

A new Huey Lewis album? FUCK YEAH!! *high fives all 'round*

These albums are all fine, but none of them can compete with fine titties.

It's like the damn Grand Canyon in here, with all this echoing of my badassery.

Consider that drift caught!

Kiss the pan! The pan kisses you!

She's King Midas in reverse. She's King Midas with a curse.

I loved that scene.

I would smooch her repeatedly. On the butt.

Your mama's extraneous kneecap?

Tommy, look at me, Tommy, look at me…

For some reason, I read this as Marilyn Manson's therapist's couch.

Allow me to bookend with more poopdick, if I may.

But what is the hemoglobin of small minds?