I couldn't get laid with a sitcom and a rifle.
What's the name of the birth defect you have, trampled by a horse during the 2nd trimester?
My job is to express who I am and what I hate about the country and what I love about it and what I hate about myself and what I love about myself and to make you laugh while I'm doing it.
Get a in clothes dryer with Magic Johnson and some razorblades.
God, I hope he dies the night before one of his kids get married.
You have the sex appeal of Norman Fell.