The days when you had to make hot dogs by candlelight
B*tch, calm yourself. I wasn't tryina holla.
Unfortunately Gulliver's laser pointer was too small to distract the cat.
Does Thou Have Thine Pass to the Blunderbuss Exposistion
Oh, why just stop at pulling a FINGER?
Jack, these aren't magic beans, they're goat droppings. You fell for it again.