Serious question
Why do you look so much like an elderly ghost?
Why do you look so much like an elderly ghost?
You shake that moneymaker, because I want some more kimchee.
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 didn’t know you guys were open on Sundays. Its not a church! Wait. I mean…
I want to know how they die. I mean, I know how they die. I want to see them die. Does that sound weird?
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.
He’s making a spear. For murder.
Take your bra off. Let me see those warlocks.
How long would he have to wait to kill someone with that spear for it not to be first-degree murder?
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.
I feel like a Superman. Because I am.
I just signed up for a bean bag league? What am I doing with my life…
So, these corn burgers are made out of fungus…
Why do you think traffic sucked so much? Because it’s so nice out? Yeah. People are just driving around, rubbernecking the weather.
I will take a shot for every person who buys my book. I may be mildly buzzed, but I’ll still probably be able to drive home. Aww, I hope you die of alcoho...
I think it’s one of those standard things that’s on a ship. You never know who’s going to fall over.
I think we can all appreciate that Clay Matthews discovered conditioner.
I’m imagining two women and a bedazzler. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
Do we have any dessert-type material? Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
Yeah, it’s a complete protein. So you can eat it and feel good, and feel smug at the same time. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
I got up to pee, and I almost fell asleep I was in there so long. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
I have no cares. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
It’s tired in here. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
Between the two of you you could be shirtless in moments. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
Come closer to me so it’s easier for me to punch you. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
I want to take my pants off. It’s very good. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
…but man, now I know so much about meth. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
Cheese + meat is probably also good to stuff into meat. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
A sphincter could crush an egg. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
You should make some ludafisk! No. We’d get evicted. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
Do not stop looking like a banana. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
A few times I have had to raise my voice, and it only makes me want to start drinking. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
The “fake” D&D was always the best. I used to play as a janitor, and I’d always remove my pants…My character would, not me. Publish...
You look like a barn troll. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
I think I just took a wedding crap on your brain and productivity. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
I love your body wash. And your body. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
For some reason at home I have this outrageous DVD about cuttlefish. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
I probably would run if I saw a troll Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
You know how I hate accidental cheese. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
My brain is not accepting submissions at this time. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
Jim is trying to eat my brain today. I desperately want to be there to see that. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
Frank Sinatra is not a multi-instrumentalist. Not unless you count the triangle, the tambourine, and the eyes. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
You can skip past my beer thoughts. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
I would rather drink boxed wine than make decisions. Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4
i can’t type for hsit naymore Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
It’s your rule; you lie in it. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
What do you want me to do besides drink? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Who’s got two thumbs and is randomly awesome occasionally? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I don’t know what the world is anymore. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
For ne, that was the most exciting part — clubbing the fish to death with a rock. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Hey, nice soul patch! Yeah, I don’t have a lot of soul to patch, but we’ll see. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Are you Larry? So far… Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
The lack of sleep is Captain Picard, the alcohol is Riker, and they turn their keys, and I self-destruct. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Here’s the thing. It’s not that I drink “too much” — I’m not drunk, when I fall asleep at bars. I’m just really fuckin...
I don’t like creme brulee — isn’t that the burned pudding? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Can we do it, while I’m eating lamb? Yeah — if I can tell people that story. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Do you think she is on too much meth for our website? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
He shouldn’t be smiling. He should be dead. Or at least looking dead. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
That is ridiculous. You mean ridiculously awesome. Finish your thoughts, please. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
We ordered room service, had naked eggs benedict, had a great morning. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Nice tits. Thanks. I’m not a lesbian. Either way, thanks.
I’ve been so into Gene Simmons lately. I have no idea why. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
You know that blind spot we have in our vision, where our brain fills it in automatically? I have that in my ears, but for chimes. Published with Blogger-droid ...
Hey, maybe after this we could listen to some showtunes? Maybe some late nineties Billy Joel? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I want kids that are magically three and starting to learn and be curious. I don’t want to, like, *have* the kids. That is called adoption. Oh, good point...
Did you guys feel left out because you have boyfriends but no dogs? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Man, my dogs are barking. I’ll be right back. You know that doesn’t mean you have to poop, right? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Your dog’s hanging out. I mean, your tongue’s hanging out. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
What, are you like the Robin Hood of Blockbuster? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I think I’m going to make Facebook profiles for my dogs. I bet they get more friends than me. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Sadly, now that she suspects I’m an atheist, my pleas of “do it for Jesus” don’t really work anymore. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6....
Boy, planning a Lisa-Frank-themed wedding has been harder than I thought. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
It would be nice if I didn’t have to search for you in bathrooms anymore. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I can’t eat any more food or I’ll fall asleep. Do you want me to punch you in the face? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
This song makes me want to take e and touch people I don’t know. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Are you trying to fatten up your bridesmaids? Is this a Hansel and Gretel meal right now? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Spoiler alert: he didn’t drink his own rat tail. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
She always puts ridiculous things in her hair on celebrations in my honor. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Can you capitalize an exclamation point? Make it super exciting? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
You really know how to make a penis sound dirty. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Ugh, I’m sorry. I’m being a major Holden Caulfield today. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
It does look like Jesus. Or some religious hippie thing. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Why isn’t there an emoticon for holding a gun to my own head? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I’m going to get him hammered on blackberry brandy. Secretly. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I like my drinks like I like my food: fighting back. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I’m sorry — I was distracted by babies and friends. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
The last time I saw you, you were yelling at a garbage. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I will believe something when I hear something. Or something. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Is there a timeline for this? Yes, but there are no numbers. So it’s just a straight line. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I just feel naked without my hat. And my father. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I’m glad I didn’t wear suspenders tonight. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
If Seth Godin ruled the world, the internet wouldn’t suck so bad. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
It sounds like semen and failure down there. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Man, for being so slow they sure are hard to catch up with. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Have an experimental night and a titillating tomorrow! Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I’m just annoyed. I don’t think they’ve done anything. Also, I think they have snaggletooth. It helps me, to think they’re ugly. Publish...
Unless your keys are made out of beef, I’m pretty sure sending a dog after them isn’t going to help. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
And he kept saying he hopes I have a good life. I don’t know why that makes me feel weird. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
We were very passive children. Almost noodley. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
There is literally a shortage of bits on the internet today. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
No, Santa will not give you a margarita. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
I love how puppies sleep on top of each other. Oh, and speaking of teabagging, one totally has his ass covering the other’s face. Published with Blogger-d...
I mean, he was a weird hippie, but you know, he was well-spoken, kind of interesting, he didn’t smell– Oh, he smelled. …Oh. Well. Published wi...
No, I can’t leave my fiancee on her wedding-hair night. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Go to this creepy-looking health store, get your blood drained or something. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
Are you grossed out by gross things? Oh, I like gross things. Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8
So you’re saying you think asking a Monday-through-Friday online publishing company to work with you manually on Saturdays is a reasonable request? Yes, s...
I just typed something about “as soon as you hit the space bar,” and I went all Homer Simpson with a thought bubble. Mmmm… space bar… Pu...
Are they going to soundcheck, or is this like a jazz odyssey kind of thing? Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.8