Of a sexual nature.
“The birds and the bees?”
No.
The birds and the birds. The bees and the bees. This is how people come to fuck goats.
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“The birds and the bees?”
No.
The birds and the birds. The bees and the bees. This is how people come to fuck goats.
Next time someone tells me I “came up short” or “fell short” of doing something, they’re getting punched in the stomach.
I’ve always heard that variety is the spice of life, but I like paprika just as much. It’s actually much more delicious.
Can I go to the library and check out the book with every trick in it? People are always using every trick in the book. What book? That’s what I want to know.
I hate when people say, “your guess is as good as mine,” especially if we just played 20 Questions and they needed 25 to figure out what I was. If that’s the case, then no, my guess is better. Yours suck.
I would hate to eat my words. They look sharp and hard to chew. Especially anything with an x. That would probably hurt going down.
Don’t ask me for a “ball-park number.” You’ll get Derek Jeter’s RBI stats for the 1998 season.
I’ve got mixed feelings. I believe when together they’re called a “dry martini.”
I recently heard someone say, “man, did Jeffrey Dahmer have a lot of skeletons in his closet or what!?”
Dude, understatement of the century.
It’s too hard to take things with a grain of salt. I can barely see a grain of salt. I really don’t think that one single grain is going to provide much flavor anyway.
You know, it’s nice to go to the doctor and get a clean bill of health. Until I get that clean bill from insurance.
