IT'S 2:30 I'M DRUNK AS FUCK,
LA LA LET'S SING THE SIREN SONG OF TACO BELL
IT'S 2:30 WE'RE DRUNK AS GAY PIRATES
WHOEVER IS DRIVING, TACO, TACO, TACO, TACO BELL
THE SIREN SONG OF TACO BELL
TACO, TACO, TACO, TACO BELL
IT'S ANAL RAPE FROM THE INSIDE
THAT SIREN'S SONG
TACO, TACO, TACO, TACO BELL
that one?

Is Speedy Gonzales his sidekick?

I can think of one way,

fuck you very much.

Really?

I'm planting oaks today for his coffin…

that's your answer for everything.
I'm not saying you're not right,
but it makes some of us uncomfortable
how often that is the answer…

it's worked so far?

I'm with the runaway freight train.
More so if it's on fire…

fonebone?
no, Spiro Agnew?
he works there or something…

you call that living?
The Jack Chick website is pretty awesome
in an awful kind of way…

fucking sea monkeys?

Open question, is there anything equivalent now? Or like Spy? National lampoon?
What would you give to a smart 10 year old if you could avoid prosecution?

Mort Drucker is still alive, (checks google)
Don Martin, Ahh, shit…

your mom so fat the back of her neck
looks like a pack of hotdogs

Grace, may I call you Grace? I'm calling you Grace rather than the sub ordinate to Mr. Alger because equality, but I must say, Langdon is a wonderful moniker.
The thing is, Grace, that the talk of men is like freeway background noise,
it can be safely ignored in most instances that do not involve flashing lights and…

I think it's from Winston Churchill originally.

Obligatory your mom joke not made.
Seriously, call her, she's concerned.

just the one sin?
slacker jesus hashtag you kids my lawn .com?

half an envelope of Lipton's onion soup slurry
and more Tabasco than seems right
and you're on the path to proper cookery.