Back off Mr. Squiggles please
He’s a dog. He doesn’t have to have a last name. …says the girl who wants to throw him a birthday party.
He’s a dog. He doesn’t have to have a last name. …says the girl who wants to throw him a birthday party.
Something tells me you have an ex-girlfriend tied up in the trunk of your car.
So she’s a “Sexy Editor”? Awesome! Sounds like a Hall and Oates song.
Doctor Jennings! My prescription is a sack!
Clay Matthews like…bat-caved him!
I want to know how they die. I mean, I know how they die. I want to see them die. Does that sound weird?
I didn’t know you guys were open on Sundays. Its not a church! Wait. I mean…
Follow that rickshaw! I am not following a rickshaw.
She invented him. She drew pictures of him before he ever existed. But he was still a person!
Come on. I’m just making conversation. Well, make it on someone else.
Sorry, my wizard kinds looks like a stoned Santa. Who is being played by Jesus.
I don’t know, I’m not going to get all expressive about playing “Hot Cross Buns.”
Aww. It’s like you’re all in love with each other or something.
He drew me a rocket too, but mine looks less like balls.
If I wasn’t so full, I think I’d be angrier. All this food is making me kind of docile.
Just go over and sack Harbough.