First question: How smart are you? Second question: Do you have a Nintendo…
Let’s go to a yard sale! Yeah! I have a twenty in my pocket, so I could probably buy, like…a Nintendo…from a stupid idiot.
Let’s go to a yard sale! Yeah! I have a twenty in my pocket, so I could probably buy, like…a Nintendo…from a stupid idiot.
Well, does he want to eat all the food in Chinatown? Cause then he can be in my team.
He’s a shitty tipper and an okay person.
Can I get the weed pot?
Do you know of any emojis that are like a wizard? No. Can I ask you super cool questions like that more often? Sure.
I wish I were a seventy-year-old male so that I could fully appreciate us.
I don’t know if I’ve ever really given myself such a long and convoluted way of amusing myself, but holy shit do I amuse myself.
Is there a point at which eating chocolate espresso beans will save me?
Hey, your makeup looks really good in this photo. Oh, I’m just tired. Well, I like your resting bitch face. Oh, that’s just my face.
You have to come home and be handsome in front of us.
This guy reminds me a lot of you. Which is probably why you impressed the pants out of him. I mean, off of him. I don’t know where he keeps his pants.
Are you puking vomit? Wait, yeah, that’s what you would be doing with vomit.
I walked into a roomful of a bunch of people masturbating today.
Keep an eye out for black bondage leather.
I was pretty drunk when I broke that bottle and left.
“Line up for your free mandatory gay taco.” Hey, I think I just said something no one in the world has ever said before!
I’ve never met a dongle that didn’t like to cuddle.
When I think of skunky, I think of a really bad Heineken.
There is nothing romantic about fisting.
OK, time to channel my inner Kirk. I guess that means I’ll go try to blow shit up and sleep with girls.
So many angles when it comes to butt stuff.
I’m already dominating. Give me another tater tot.
I met Toto in my dream. The band or the dog? The band.
If anyone needs any help, I’m very good at dialing 9-1-1.
Dude, “wingbanging” sounds like such an excellent procedure.
So I pooped in a Light Bright the other day…
I don’t pay for sex. I’m just charming and handsome.
If thirteen people go see Jurassic World, do you know how much each raccoon has to spend?
Will you have sex with my body? Yes. Especially if you phrase it like that.
I’m gonna lie to you all the time now. *gasp* That was a lie.
Woof—I am a belching fool right now! My compliments to the me!
I smell skunk. That’s weed. That’s the skunkiest weed I’ve ever smelled. That’s what weed smells like now, Mom.
I didn’t force it, I just pushed it.
He must be bald on top. He has a hat on.
We need to email him some beer.
What is with the top hat? It’s a nostalgia party…? Not from 1890!
Do you think they feel like they’re playing Guitar Hero right now? Or like they’re in a karaoke bar? What, I’m not being a dick, I’m jus...
Oh, that’s a cute little underwear supply store!
God, I hate this. Pun not intended.
Awww, did you think we left you forever? We did. We’re gone. This isn’t us.
I think I accidentally created a jalapeño brother.
Take PTO to go to a charitable event. It feels spiteful.
Wanna know how many fucks I have to give? Oh….there’s none! Wait, let me dig deep…let me reach into the stars…nope, still none!
It’s like a table Zamboni!
I wonder if they did this photo shoot onsite, in the center of the earth. Hmm. I wonder. That’s something to sit and think about in silence.
What does a roasting pan look like? Does it have holes in it?
It doesn’t matter what spot you sit in, you’re still pregnant.
I’m not feeling the groove unless my pants are up to my nipples.
Keep your brats off my wife.
Sounds like a job for a librarian!
Or I just say fuck ’em and start flinging excrement in the air. That sounds like something I would do.
No. Not the nipples.
I’m gonna get a baritone guitar, make people poop.
It sounds like a Nintendo farting. That’s what an eight-bit fart sounds like.
I felt like it was time to elevate our relationship to a new level. Pink eye. We’re there.
That’s just the butter that “whoah-whoah” section needs to not be jerky. Because if there’s one solution to jerkiness it’s butter.
He’s a real almond brother.
Let’s not go there. You are stars today.
We could make some conversation popcorn! I guess I don’t know exactly what that means.
Out of curiosity, might you be hungry when you get home? Was gonna whip out a quick dinner and suddenly I’m balls deep in a giant stir fry.
YOU ARE RICK WAKEMAN. Thank you. That is the best compliment I have received in my life.
I like your ear hole.
Tell him we polled a random sampling. It tested well among the two of us.
My husband has informed me he doesn’t like the Moody Blues. We are therefore sleeping in separate beds until he apologizes.
Oh, what stupid f*cking landscaping sh*t are you doing now?
Wait, so he’s being attacked by anglerfish?
Let’s have a toast to cocktails. Here’s to cocktails!
Every day I get dressed for work I feel like a PBR inside an Indeed coozie.
I feel like a medieval warrior with this wine glass.
God, I hope I don’t have to go to clown school.
You’re the only baby here who doesn’t like me. I don’t get it.
It’s just that you’d be much happier if you weren’t scared of paper bags.
Update: prohibition is balls. I am also hangry, but for being outside with a beer. Also, there is no frozen yogurt here. Why did I fail at shopping???
You’re the only person I talk to about cults.
I don’t know. I’ve never done a dick spiral. Haha. I haven’t!! I know.
I do not throw my laundry on the floor. I throw it in the laundry bucket.
I’m excited, I’m just scared of sleeping.
You’re embarrassing me in front of you.
That’s the worst, when all the snow melts and everything smells like poo.
You could lay down, but then you’d have to stop your anxious compulsions.
No offense, but I knew you in that era, and I don’t know how anyone was like, “Yeah, that’s manager material.”
I don’t fuck around when it comes to money. Well, my own money.
Together, we are like one and a half humans.
Yep, she’s just very slowly bouncing a chipmunk.
How can you manage? You can’t even manage your life!
Hey, that’s a cool hat. Yeah!
Hey, I’m recovering from major surgery. Don’t make me kick you directly in the nuts.
Oh, look, it’s honey! How cute! Let’s stop and buy some, and clog up all the traffic, and burn twenty gallons of gas getting all the way out here fr...
Help! Gandalf is looking in my window! . . . You know, like it’s blindingly bright, and I’m blinded now. Don’t take this the wrong way, but so...
Do you want to have dinner before your meeting at six? Yep, my meeting’s at six. Right. Have you figured out what you want to eat? Sure, we can figure som...
That was quite the face you made. Well, that was quite the thing you did.
Well, I don’t know what to tell you. Tell me. No, I don’t know what to tell you. TELL ME.
Yeah. You’re awesome. You look like Kuato.
I mean, how much corn is too much corn? Is there too much corn?
Are you live-tweeting your Leprechaun movie experience??
We have merged. We are now one being. What do we want to watch tonight, us?
My ears were the same size as always. My head just got much fatter along with my body, now.
Do yoga pants count? They have the word “pants” in them . . .
Yes, excuse me, I would like to go to purple town?
I’m gonna go get that dog turd, I’m gonna roll it up, and if you smoke it, I’ll give you a million dollars.
Chimps can be nasty. They kill each other. Well, so do humans.
I hate that Joker. I want him to drop his balls.
Um, if you find out how March got here, you let me know.
I would totally have a threesome with you and Scott Bakula. Oh yeah?
What are you doing? Swinging my arms — what are you doing?
I don’t think my middle finger can reach the stink.
If brats are boiling in beer, don’t drink the beer.
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!
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.
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.
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?