Boy, I sure feel like a Mary without a Peter and a Paul. He’s a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. It’s as Ann as the nose on plain’s face. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? You burn down the storage unit? Oh, most definitely. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle.
You must teach me the ways of the secular flesh. Oh…yeah…the guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn’t make that in three months. Come on! ♪♪ Big yellow joint, big yellow joint, I’ll meet you down at the big yellow joint. ♪♪ Hey, Dad. Look at you. You’re a year older…and a year closer to death. Buster: Oh yeah, I guess that’s kind of funny. But where did the lighter fluid come from? Family Love Michael. No one’s called him Baby Buster since high school.
Hey, look at that – you’re mean sober, too. That’s my son, you pothead! You’re losing blood, aren’t you? Gob: Probably, my socks are wet. I’ve used one adjective to describe myself. What is it? I’m gonna go get sexy.
I see you’ve wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! God knows they’re squinters. What do you think about Sudden Valley? It sounds like a salad dressing, but for some reason I don’t want to eat it.
How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother’s fertile womb.