PamGriersLegs

If punching out the baliff doesn't prove my innocence, nothing will

Sure I'm banned from the library, but it's not the only spot I can steal old DVD's from

If you can't beat them, poison them

Known to bone those looking for homes, and other taglines that had my real estate license revoked

Face down, ass up, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme

This wasn't the first flight of stairs I've fallen down, and if this interview goes well, it certainly won't be the last.

Throwing piss at the umpire was my journey through father-son bonding, and you're in no position to tell me otherwise.

Consider this my rejection of the metric system, to gain favour with this peanut farmer's daughter

Straight hot straight heat street meat secretes sheet streaks from these sweet cheeks

I've heard of fruit salad, but lettuce salad?

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but grab that knife and strap in for some real intestinal damage.

The one thing I miss about New York is that straight heat street meat making mean streaks on my linen sheets.

Karma, karma, karma, karma, karma karmapolice

"The passing of ransom soured due to a miscommunication and a briefcase containing thousands doll hairs"

"Wop bop a loo bop a lop bam-" were the last words heard by passengers on Flight 437 before Little Richard revealed the explosive vest underneath his velvet longcoat."