We got a regular John Bonham here
Turns out I just take a drum solo after every song. What, I’m five.
Turns out I just take a drum solo after every song. What, I’m five.
I don’t think my middle finger can reach the stink.
If brats are boiling in beer, don’t drink the beer.
I like cracking nuts. And punching dicks.
Leonardo DiCaprio doesn’t pay for handies.
Some say I’m unique. (in a Sam Neill voice) But that’s not what I’m gonna do!
I really love Twitter, now that I know what I’m doing: not giving a fuck, and whatever I want.
Come on, science. Invent something.
Well, this was kind of a shitty pour. But the good news is that it’s still beer. I didn’t alter it in any way.
You know the single best way to make vegetarian food taste better? Bacon.
I got a little lit up last night by myself and started eating like an asshole.
It just lingers, like the feeling of a touch. Ummm, what did you just say?!
I need an advent calendar for the whole year. You mean like…a normal calendar?
Life is what happens in between treats.
I know nothing. But you’re the husband! Exactly.
You know: Jimmy The Rock Lennon.
Lots of butt stuff today.
I just realized this James Taylor record I grew up listening to has a ton of sax in it. Almost too much sax.
Oh, poor The Browns.
Time is weird.
It’s 9am and I have a hankerin’ for some pasties.
One of my clients is doing a website for a pot dispensary. She is noticeably high in all of our meetings. It’s funny, then extremely annoying.
I mean look at that guy. It’s like General Patton marching into that war he conquered.
I mean, how do you have that conversation with your drug dealer about his spelling?
Your eyelashes are glued onto the bottom of your face.
Let’s see how weird I can get.
Clay Matthews for Halloween this year is going as a beard.
I have a bowl of genetically altered cornflakes every morning!
Fargo stole my money and murdered me, so I have to go home now.
Oh, did I tell you? I put my butt on his tour bus.
I only wish I had a baby. That would be the best prop.
I have a Pavlovian response to handsome magic.
Is this where you get your isotopes? Cause it’s local?
Alright, who jizzed in my beer? That’s my beer! Who jizzed in your beer?
Prove you’re not a robot. I’ll prove you’re not a robot…
I’ll take 10,000 of your longest words, please.
It’s like playing a violin: bullshit.
Oh, of course it’s not rewound. Yeah, because everyone who likes that movie is a dick.
Yeah, I was like nine. And there’s this scene where Jamie Lee Curtis strips, and that’s when I knew I wasn’t gay.
If you’re gonna draw your sword on anyone, that’s the guy.
Insane robotic Japanese Veggie Tales trumps life.
I think sonically, it’s going to be insane.
You remind me of John Travolta way too much.
Trek yo’self before you wreck yo’self.
There’s nothin’ like a temperate rainforest.
We need to stop at the liquor station. The liquor store? I’ve heard it both ways.
That’s the mentality. And by that I mean: the mental thought.
You can’t really butt-fuck a cigar.
If anybody gets a hand job from a bridesmaid, I’ll give them twenty bucks. It’s all about the motivation. As if the handy isn’t motivation eno...
I’m really good at finding stuff. So if you lose your purse or anything, I should be able to help.
How old are you? I’m a scientist.
Ladies love a bald chin. You gotta shave that.
I want to kiss Lando Calrissian. I’m doing it. I want to taste his mustache.
So what happens then? They slit your wrist? Or take your children?
Oh, you’re spilling your beer… I always spill my beer.
Satan wants rainbow sprinkles on his ice cream.
“Alien Man.” That’s a funny name for a person.
Mood ring says romantic; arm hair says otherwise.
You smell like dreams.
I just wanted to make sure I have all my nuts in a row.
Man I gotta release these vowels.
Now it just looks like your catheter exploded!
I got hurt playing kickball too. *wild laughter*
That tastes like what I would imagine Rasputin tastes like.
I trust you, I just don’t believe you.
Whoah. That’s a lot of big gulps.
Hey, I want Jameson too, but you don’t see me holding up a starship.
Getting paid to get laid by government-issued prostitutes!
Except I’ll probably find like 17 people I slept with. Well…that’s a nice round number…
Hair should not hurt when you move it.
Long time no see! Yeah, and this time I have clothes on.
I have no problem sleeping with her, I just don’t like her hair.
John Adams! Who’s that? Uh, a president. Oh, I only know of the beer.
Lee Harvey Oswald. Who’s that, a scientist?
Uretha Franklin.
You look like the kinda guy who would have ginger ale.
Oh yeah. A lotta fermented bananas that weekend.
There’s no way there’s poop in your bedroom.
This tastes like elf shit.
We should straight murder flocks of birds, is what I’m saying.
It’s my sister’s house. I can poop where I want.
Everyone’s going to church? I’m going to fuck shit up.
Oh, shit, there’s humans.
If you come back with a face tattoo, I’m going to be your best friend.
I don’t know why, but every time I see a bottle of Korbel my wiener gets a little hard.
It’s just like I said to Patrick: Shut the fuck up, Patrick.
Stop hanging out by my face.
If I’m gonna ruin your day, I’m gonna start way earlier.
We should get him a little humping rug. Everyone needs a humping rug.
He looked disgusted. But it might have just been his face.
Bird poop is definitely heavier than tomatoes.
I need to wash this sweatshirt. It smells like person.
Ahh, gentlemen. Ahh, grunts and things. Would you like some manly cocaine? Yes. Just rocks, please.
She just almost cheersed that old lady in the face.
I want to eat your feet! They look delicious.
He high-fived me in the face for a piece of bacon.
The power of soup compels you!
What alternative thing to watch would you like to watch? As an alternative?
You shake that moneymaker, because I want some more kimchee.
Why do you look so much like an elderly ghost?
It’s hard not to be an asshole.
What’s a good way to deliver delicious things to our mouths? Balls.
Maybe I will wake up a little bit and have some wine and eat a ball.
You can’t even fit that many thigh tattoos in your venue.
Is this band just called Beards and Glasses now or what?
If I had a super power, it would be to control carbon. Think about it: I could control everything. I could turn you into a fish, or I could break you apart. No ...
They’re like spaceships with fingers.
Don’t you wish you could play that Klingon game? No.
What kind of beer do you want? Just a regular beer.
I used to stock Rumpleminz, but every time I’d serve it, someone would end up crying.
I don’t really sports.
There you go. Now you look like a human. But not a real human.
I always say, the key to not looking suspicious is not looking suspicious.
Well, I don’t need to be a ninja warrior tonight. Sparkly or otherwise.
You know, I noticed you had lost weight when I was wiping up your lap.
I wish I had more dicks.
It just says super evil shit. Like “I’m gonna rip your leg off and poop,” stuff like that.
I want to bash everything over the head and drag it to my cave.
Well, dolls are just creepy. You know, when they look at you for a long time.
Well, I’ve clearly not spent enough time in front of a Poison poster. This is my first time. I am not a Poison poster.
I know it’s like a pregnant belly thing, to want to touch him in the face…
Who am I thinking of? Not Rod Stewart, the other guy I hate.
I want a girlfriend so I can get a dog.
I would like to eat too much of a brownie someday.
Oh, yeah, that’s when we saw that kid get his pants rocked off. No…really.
I think we’ve just reached the middle of this conversation.
What kind of a name is Willem? Like, his mom got lazy on the birth certificate, or fell asleep while dictating.
Scott Bakula is a timeless being. He’s like a time lord.
Our fans are older. They’ve got shit to do.
It’s like they don’t trust us. Like we’re a rock that likes to bang against glass.
Maybe there will be food and beer served during the ceremony. Probably not, though.
“Book of Shadows”…which one is that? I don’t know, every movie with a book? And shadows?
I think that’s why I like New Girl, is that it’s not science fiction.
These sunglasses feel amazing. I’m invisible.
No world could have enough sex.
It’s the first time I’ve seen him make anything from a recipe other than taco meat.
Jim Proctor? Yes. Like a proctologist? Yes. So, he’s a proctologist? Well, maybe as a hobby.
Coffee and blow — what else is there? All we need is lunch!
It’s been a nonstop moronathon.
I love diabetes and cats!
Do you want to get double pregnant?
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.
Penis noses need holes.
Grow up. Get a snowmobile.
He’s only happy when he’s being held or eating. Well, I guess so am I.
I will never forget the day I finally googled Robert Siegel and found that he does not in fact look like George Takei.
Sawyer and Jack were both in my dream last night. They both wanted to be with me. Who did you pick? You know, Jack made a very convincing case. Which is weird, ...
I don’t know if I should be proud of myself or worried about myself that I can recognize Michael Palin’s nose.
Yes, we are still balls deep in family.
Hey, I wonder whose hoe that is.
I’ve got my smart water for my dumb choices last night.
He looks like he should run a biker bar. Or an Amish store.
Nice dance — what have you been watching lately? Nineteen flopper movies.
She didn’t ruin everything. Just when she was talking.
When I picked up that burning log earlier I burned my thumb.
I’m not crazy about him making monkey sounds, though. I could pass on that.
All I remember about The Matrix is…a sweaty cult dance?
It’s like walking right into someone’s mouth.
He does look like a baseball player. I don’t know what I was thinking.
Not quite the Grand Canyon, but a “pretty sweet” canyon.
How long would he have to wait to kill someone with that spear for it not to be first-degree murder?
Take your bra off. Let me see those warlocks.
He’s making a spear. For murder.
I feel like if I had a tick in my hair I wouldn’t find it for a couple years.
I proved to be good in the woods.
I mean, I’m a nurse. So I don’t know much.
That was a woman, I think. No, that was Fred Armisen.
There’s moments, when we’re playing Mario, when both our controllers are shaking.
He’s the touchable type.
I didn’t bring my dog, so I can’t sleep in the spare bed.
By the way, at first I thought that candle was a chicken of some sort.
What? Oh, chopping. At first I thought you said popping. Like in popping and locking.
Yeah. Its hard to keep track of things.
Can we have a murder drinking game? I mean, if anyone feels like drinking by then?
I feel like I’m in Middle Earth. Or London.
It’s weird, what goes on here. I mean, sugar is a product of alcohol breaking down.
Let’s smoke pot and not wear bras!
Hey, you’re an actor, right? Well, kind of — I’m a comedian. Ohhh, the famous comedian!
How am I supposed to Instagram my shitty day?
They don’t sell bowls at Trader Joe’s? Buy an apple.
If it doesn’t hurt your nose, you’re not doing it right.
I love blaming things on kids. I do it every day.