Flag Girl? Ummmm, yes good for you... Now you can be somewhere else when the boys don't call!
It wasn't even about the eggs, really. Frankly, I like the yolks. I have no problem. There's always been a lot of tension between Lois and me. And it's not so much that I want to kill her, it's just, I want her not to be alive anymore. I sometimes wonder if all women are this difficult. And then I think to myself, 'My God wouldn't it be marvelous if i turned out to be a homosexual?'
Hm, the end result of a drunken back-seat grope-fest and a broken prophylactic?
Why don't you burn in hell?
"You know what else is disgusting?" (He farts and his right eye turns red.) "Oh damn, I broke a blood vessel."
We met on the Internet. He lured me into the car with promises of candy and funny stories.
Damn, must have pulled something playing hoops last week.
Yes I could go for a frozen treat right about now. But no sprinkles. And for every sprinkle I find, I shall kill you.
Oh hey lady. Hey, what's going on? How are you? Yeah, oh it's just me, Stewie, just being myself, ah yeah. Oh, oh well this here? Oh, it's just my package, yeah just ah just ah my package, God delivered it I signed for it the world keeps on spinnin', yeah.
Imbecile! Freeze it, then cut it, and if you question me again I'll put you on diaper detail and I promise I won't make it easy for you.
Oh damn! Jeremy is still in the trunk! How long has it been, two weeks? Yeah, he's dead.
By all means, turn me into a child star. Perhaps I can move to Californ-i-ay and wrangle me a three-way with the Olsen twins.
Easy! Massage the scalp. You're washing a baby's hair, not scrubbing vomit off your Christmas dress, you holiday drunk.
Rupert, did you call that engineer at Lockheed yet? Well of course you didn't you worthless little.... There, see what you made me do? Do you think I enjoy hitting you? Well actually I do. I enjoy it so much I'm going to do it AGAIN!!!
What's this? Blueberries! Oh, oh my G ... oh, that's better than sex!
What are these? Pancakes? Oh oh, these are delectable. Good news Flappy, I've decided not to kill you!
Damn you, vile woman! You've impeded my work since the day I escaped from your wretched womb.
Oh, is that what it is? Really? Because I could have sworn it was mayonnaise and cat food.
I say, I must use him for, OH GOD THERE'S AN ORGY IN MY MOUTH!!!!!