. . . Now that's what I call a baker's dozen, cousin!
. . . Was that an echo or is God mocking you?
. . . If I would've known you were a midget I would have ordered half.
. . . It was a ball park figure, not Paul Bark's african american friend.
. . . I'd answer the door if I didn't have to touch that damn knob.
. . . That explains why the sheets are made of meat.
. . . If that's a tumor then call me Cancer Jones!
. . . Oh shit! We left Tina in the Dairy Queen!
. . . Nope. Pretty sure they're all dead.
. . . Rob Lowe Job
. . . I'm sorry. I was told there'd be popsicle trousers.
. . . three boob Charlie.
. . . He may be Chinese but he sure as hell ain't from China!
. . . More like the opposite of James Van Der Beek.
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