The black kite wasn't being sold at that tent, it actually crashed into it. The leprechaun that was riding it was thrown headlong into the bosom of an attractive clerk. Their love still goes strong.
Gay pets: because they shouldn't be ashamed to lick their partners in public like other dogs do.
Steve: I think it's quite clear that if...if you turn your head, this totally looks like a person with breasts for a head.
The ferris wheel that you were riding when you tried to make out with Sally in Jr.High. I coulda told you she was too tall for you.
2001 (SB)
Thousands of years of water erosion revealed the rock we sat on to be made of pure kryptonite. Superman, your days are numbered.
2001 (SB - Inspiration Point)
Steve liked to adjust his hat upon accomplishing something grand.
Butch got his own car. Butch was an important dog. Butch smelled something funny. Butch had dog food in his nostril. Butch had a snack. Butch happy.
The team had no issue with Brian touching gloves with his teammates before the game. It was the licking of the glove in-between that creeped us out.
While the older kids reveled in their superiority, little Becky stayed strong with the knowledge that confetti would wash out of her hair, but bites from a snapping turtle hidden in certain girls' beds would last a lifetime.
(Part 4 of 4)
Sean tried to play it off, but we knew, deep down, he'd carry a knife with him to every kite festival from now on.
Dead to the paintballing world, Walter took the walk of shame confident that the pornography that awaited him in his backpack would heal all wounds.
Wait, women have their own bars? Pretty soon they'll be wanting their own jobs and the right to vote I imagine. Sheesh.
Turducken.
I'm reminded of Real Genius:
Chris Knight: So, if there's anything I can do for you, or, more to the point, to you, you just let me know.
Susan: Can you hammer a six-inch spike through a board with your penis?
Chris: Not right now.
Susan: A girl's gotta have her standards.
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Just change Susan to Simon and you've got it.
