Dear Lord, please don't let me fuck up.
Ah, the Shepard's prayer.... Just for that, two more:
"Isn't there anybody who can deal with a housewife?"
There was a demon that lived in the air. They said whoever challenged him would die.
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Dear Lord, please don't let me fuck up.
Ah, the Shepard's prayer.... Just for that, two more:
"Isn't there anybody who can deal with a housewife?"
There was a demon that lived in the air. They said whoever challenged him would die.
We think your Jose Jimenez impersonation is A-OK. But what you're doin' with it is B.A.D.
We at the FBI do not have a sense of humor we're aware of.
If you don't mind, the "corpse" *STILL* has the floor!
Bring out yer dead!
I'm sure somebody else posted this one in the last couple of days, and I just missed it when I skipped during the heavy parts but....
From now on, the only person who gets to yell is me. Why? Because I have a gun. People with guns get to do whatever they want. Married people without guns - for instance - you - DO NOT get to yell. Why? NO GUNS! No guns, no yelling. See? Simple little equation.
He sounded upset.
He should be. He's going to die a horrible fucking death.
Hey, thumbdick, I was a damn good shrink. Nineteen years I worked with a lot of people through a lot of shit. OK, I slept with a patient or two. It's not like I didn't care about them. I loved being a doctor. I used to not charge half my patients. Then the fucking state comes along, they send in some bitch undercover, and I'm fucked. Life isn't fair, is it?
It's good to be the king.
Presents? Is that what you said? Presents? We'll open them when we get there. No, in fact, I'll save you the trouble. Your present is a giant fucking can. And you're gonna crawl in it. Then I'm gonna get 2 pounds of gunpowder and I'm gonna shoot you right out of Jersey! And then I'm gonna drive to Jersey, and pick up all the parts of your body and put them in a plastic bag. Then I'm gonna drive to my house with you in the bag and toss you into the fireplace. I'm gonna get my glass of whiskey and watch the Charlie Brown special with your ashes burning and warming MY HOUSE!