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The woolly Mamet is a proud beast. Sews the hairy Houdini

Everything is relative, man. Except for Aunt Judy who's a straight psychopath.

If it's brown, let it drown. Or dammit put a life vest on it at least.

If flying wooden planes is wrong, then I don't wanna be Wilbur Wright.

Chompa me vair-guh 2016: Strange you can believe in.

This just in: your Mom's a horrible layover in Vermont

I'm all for an Olive Garden oligarchy. Even more unlimited bread sticks.

In a world of government mandated Twinkie enemas, where corndogs is king, one man makes fresh fajitas

Do these jeans make my acid lick fast?

Is youth smugger than a fart grabber?

Sound the alarm, I've just found Walt Whitman's killer ab routine workout VHS tape collection. Minus volume three.

They say write what you know. This one's called fairy tale flatulence.

I wish I had a mentor, but I'd settle for a Mentos.

I'm a snot snob. My nose knows quality, as a member of the booger bourgeoisie.

European, and you're a watchin'. Urinal cakes with chocolate frostin'.

"Everyday I'm Russellin, everyday I'm Russellin," sang misters Brand, Crowe, and Wilson as they disco walk the lane.

We don't deal in hypotheticals here, it's strictly corn chips and Monopoly money

I believe that children are our future, and George R.R. Martin, and robots are our friends. Oh, the rest is silence.

What good is Fame if it isn't playing on repeat in the lobby of the dance studio's spring recital?

Oh us? We cannibalize cantaloupes, blast Barry Manilopes, and stuff manila envelopes, chock full 'a' elbow grease

Explosion gunshot orgasm. Foghorn beep beep ah-ooo-gah. Shimmy sham skipple flurnt yipee ki yay

She's a 97 Jerb. Five-speed turbo injection. But my dream is I'd like to get a blue one. A real nice classic blue Jerb

One man's gold is another man's key piece of evidence in a murder trial.

A Judas Priest, a Ribeye steak & a Father John Misty walk into a Barnes & Noble. Their horse's name was Wimbly, he gladly paid on Tuesday

Pyotr rabbit packed his pockets full of chili poppers, ranch dressing and everlasting gobstoppers, carry the nine