I couldn’t even bring myself to spell it out. You do the math.
How’d they manage to stick all of those fireflies to their jewelry?
“Don’t make me stand up!”
It’s not nearly as intimidating when you’re “West Side Palm Springs.”
Hey, Fishmouth, your shit is crunk.
Congratulations, Douchebag. Your fake tan is the same shade as the stripe in your headband.
That’s right, ladies, you too can be thugs. I forget, which of the gangs sports pink?
Do not fuck with these broads. They will totally paint your nails the wrong shade of red.
It might be a good idea to take some of that shit off before working out, Mr. T.
Nothing says “Thug Life” like your childhood hockey photos.
You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, Jamie Kennedy.
Until next time, have at it, you vultures!