greazey_bob

yeah vultures for self defense I do the aliens thing where a tiny monster buss out my chest, plus I got acid blood, am super slimy and have a rotten disposition but puking is dope too, i mean at least you ain't a condor

I was just thinking, who does Cody most remind me of- George Washington, obviously. You know he would totally destroy a cherry tree like nothing and him having wooden teeth might also explain his strange drinks, or the teeth could be an acoustic thing and he had the wooden ones put in to be better at sound engineering this ep was fantastic, everyone did so well and while in the back of my mind I was hoping that a rumble would break out it ended up just perfect even without a rumble or someone ziplining in from a tower

once the boys read a question of mine but didn't take it serious at all and I really wasn't satisfied with their answers it was just like I'd always dreamed

To sound more intelligent, always fully enunciate your -ING's. 'These chips is fucking shite.' Now you try.

In another life I coulda been a brother wife.

This ep was similar to Yassir Lester (163) where Cody also blew up the show with a few bold remarks and forced the boys and guest to scramble for a bit before saying Bye so that it wouldn't look like they'd just been destroyed by the engineer, which is what actually happened

this ep was a lot of fun. I appreciate these revealing moments of honesty where Clem Dawg lets us in on his frustration with the perceptions about his personality. Wearing a perpetual smile or being upbeat and warm has nothing to do with whether or not you're actually a decent human. I hope Sean stays exactly who he is and everyone else just chills out and stops reading into every little facial expression or remark made in passing. but it was brave of him to ask for help Hayes is SO brown!

Not sure at this point if I can afford to be so picky, but these melon balls do really taste like ass. Compliments to the chef!

Remember how nostalgia used to be the only thing anyone ever talked about? Those were the days.

I'm 48 and nobody's ever been anything but welcoming and kind to me. Sometimes they will grease up the handles on my walker, but that's about it.

You must think you're hot shit. Actually, Hot Shit is my brother. I'm Cold Diarrhea. And this is our sister, Warm Piss.

Don't Count Dracula your chickens before they hatchet up some wood for the bonfire.

"Are you listening to Count Basie?" Brett better watch out, little cousin Sam is now being musical too

Fought through the shart, and you're too late. You gave blood, my pants' fate.

Will the owner of Elizabethan horse carriage vanity plate "I B Joustin" please make haste to the stables, your torches are ablaze.

Once you been pigeon-holed as a birdbrain it's hard to go brawk.

And in response to your allegations, I'm not glued to my TV set all day, it's a Velcro harness and I take it off for naps.

If we learned anything from the 1970s it's that a good high-collared cape suit can take you a long, long way.

Pre-diabetic, post-diuretic, semi-flammable and 100 percent dedicated to licking all the world's dirty dishes dry.

You've heard of a triple threat, and a double fudge ripple threat, but we're what's known in the industry as pure twisted bloody nipple sweat.

It's extraordinary what the human spirit can endure when face-to-face with perfect evil, aka lunch at Grandma Ruthie's.

Hollywood insiders will tell you that 100 percent of acting is just showing up the casting director.

If you have unwisely allowed angry ball of fire in sky to scorch your naked nape, you might be alive. Nice to meet you. Here's a jelly bean.

Life is but a dream, or if you're Sir Mix-a-Lot, a butt dream.

Fuck this bullshit, screw these cow patties, fellate those petrified donkey dicks, your time to beat is 27 seconds, the whole wide world is watching.