I knew this one girl, all she did was watch celebrity dance competitions every night after work, and eventually she went completely stupid.
its not a skirt, its not pants. its.. SKRANTS by, well who else, sunny lane
<cue TV commercial music> "and you know what? life's better with lithium!"
yes you heard right, i'll be joining the Rams line next season. pretty excited actually.
"jaegermeister for breck-fussst!" penny declares rehab 'still going good.'
"we met on eHarmony"
there's
something to like about this girl. can you spot it? neither can i.

seriously if you compare to her photos from last year, do the maths, next year is pretty much just a skeleton sitting there in red lingerie.
"I'll get you, my pretty! And your little dog, too!"
trisha "mutha fuckin" rey signing at the craigslist booth
faye faye puts in the usual amount of effort.
bags under your eyes like shelly lubben and you're only TWENTY = time to pump the brakes.
next stop fake brain cancer. cry. get donations. GTFO, next.
"your sugarcubes. give them to me."
yeah the candles were my idea, as was this tarp i'll coil your lifeless body in later, but i'd love to introduce you to my action figures some time.

advertising the bunny ranch- you're doing it wrong.
"L... L... no Larry, L... good boy! now A... A..."
"tits or GTFO" - party crasher Sal Mckvey given the ultimatum.
ahh, inappropriate gifting, the scurge of PW public relations. nothing combines i love you with terror quite like custom engraved glass dedicated to you by a large man in 2" thick glasses.
c'mon just one more bump alex please baby i'll suck a dick baybee.
look phoenix, we all know the ending. there’s not really any surprise or twist. why not just jump in and... okay, that’s my phone… it’s my lawyer, I really should take this… okay my lawyer says to disregard, that it's not your fault, it was
never your fault, and really, this whole tawdry business cheapens us all.
