I don’t care how it’s made, I’ll still drink it by the gallon
I don’t care how it’s made, I’ll still drink it by the gallon
That whisky and vodka will be gone in 37 seconds.
More whisky to drown the crushing loneliness.
Why didn’t you just tell me this before I made a hundred square kilometres of fuckery?!
I’m afraid that’s against the terms of your rental agreement
“Greetings mother, it is I, your newborn. Have I ever told you about the tradgedy of Darth Plageius the wise?”
Sorry, my bad, I asked it how to reverse entropy.
This piece of paper better be getting served caviar and Bordeaux on the plane in a fully reclining skybed for that price
Just wipe it off with your - oh, right…
I think you meant to say “Can you bletaoera?”
My hair turns copper-gold in the summertime when I’m out in the sun for a few days in a row.
Munny
If this escalates to tarrifs on the hinge industry, the political tensions could boil over into open war
“Looking after” (read “fucking”) the “wellbeing” (read “Buttholes”) of the “plebs” (read “twinks”)