have you ever used a prostitute?
for sex? no!
best not to ask.
did you hear about the new zealand escapee?
he was ’on the lamb’.
i’m a comic genius.
you make, me, laugh.
no, i mean,...
delta’s ventricle is entreated to a show of disparity.
seemingly yellow, chantelle’s sheep flows northward in search of the monkey poet.
the dubiousness of your heritage is plainly evident.
is there any coffee in that scotch?
i’m as jober as sudge, orificer.
do you remember when we were young and couldn’t keep our hands off each other?
scull, scull, scull...
in other news, a 439 car pile up on the freeway has surprisingly produced only one fatality, that of a female commuter.
honey, i’m home.
ah me, dreams dashed upon the rocks of "god thinks he’s a funny prick."
tu n’est qu’un bon a rien. ta vie est un echec.
tout l’espace qu’il y a dans tes pantalons, ca me fait hurler de rire.
je n’ai pas envie de m’arreter.
tu est,.. une,... um,.. le bitchhead!
so you’re saying that your astra is better than my volvo in every single way?
well, yes. my astra goes faster, has better acceleration, is more comfortable, has better handling and has better fuel consumption. it’s better in every single way.
in fact, i could beat you in any type of competition with my astra.
wanna play chicken?