I should be a postage stamp. That’s the only way I’ll ever get licked.
-Muhammad Ali
I should be a postage stamp. That’s the only way I’ll ever get licked.
-Muhammad Ali
Blood: Well, I’d certainly say she had marvelous judgment, Albert, if not particularly good taste.
Michael: Maybe it was an iguana.
Elliot: It was *no* iguana.
Michael: Maybe, um – You know how they say there are alligators in the sewers?
Gertie: Alligators in the sewers.
Mary: All we’re trying to say is, maybe you just probably imagined it. It happened…
Elliot: I couldn’t have imagined it!
Michael: Maybe it was a pervert or a deformed kid or something.
Gertie: A deformed kid.
Michael: [mockingly] Maybe an elf or a leprechaun.
Elliot: It was nothing like that, penis-breath!
Mary: [laughs in shock] *Elliot*! Sit down.
“Sometimes when I’m home alone, I get naked, rub Vaseline all over my body, then squirm around on the kitchen floor, pretending I’m a slug”
-Lazorbadger