No no no…that's just a bullwhip stuck in my ass.

#BrokenClocksMatter

Did Gordon's dad finally give him the car?

Dig-dang-diddley-fuck!

Hell? Cain't get there from here. Oh, wait. Jist head south. Can't miss it.

Ahab a hunch you can call him Ishfail.

Provo, UT. Well…semi-livable.

No mention of Flea's cameo? That one line he's got, where he just shouts "Bob!", and rips his shirt? Fucking nailed it brah.

I love Big Starr.

Only when roofied.

As was quipped by the younger brother of a 4th grade nothing; EAT IT OR WEAR IT!

I used to rile the late great Connie Mack wih that one at old Shibe Park.

Meatwad, you were like the mentally challenged son I never had.

Rick Sanchez; Love Child of Richard Feynman and Charles Bukowski.

72 Hyundais, soaked in new-car smell, await you in paradise. But first you must die heroically; Being rear-ended in a Pinto.

I want to hear something by Squantchy, Rick and Birdperson's band; The Meat Curtains. That photo on Birdperson's wall was rather intriguing…

Don't forget that she took Lance Armstrong's testicle, too.

Southern man don't eat him anyhow.

Niggas
Wit
Assets.

You and Scott Ian both.