I have a problem, Jesus. My faith in the Lord has dwindled lately, seeing as how I lost my job, my girlfriend dumped me, and I was castrated in a parking lot with a crumpled Fresca can. Any advice?
That's wonderful! One time I wiped my ass with the Shroud of Turan. Nachos, he-he.
It's a letter I just received today from my family in St. Louis
Really? What's it say man?
My God.. apparently my mother was thrown through the plate glass elevator wall at the top of the St. Louis Arch, and landed on a thumb tack 600 feet below. She's.. she's dead.
Oh c'mon now, try and look on the bright side. At least prostitution in St. Louis will decline roughly 94% now that she's pushing up daisies.
Maybe HBO will prove to be more effective at keeping me entertained until Chad shows up..
It's Russell Simmon's Def Comedy Jam, starring Martin Lawrence, and all those other black guys!
Maybe VH1?
Welcome to another edition of Behind The Music! Today we'll be taking a more revealing look into the depths of the B-52's rough experiences throughout their rise to fame, and then.. it's FACTOID!
Our hero sets out on his quest of revenge.. what's in store for him, remains to be seen.
Now, after years of waiting, I will finally have my revenge. The time has come at last!
God damn, Prodigy kicks ass.
But wait, our hero is having doubts about his noble mission!
Ya' know, I just considered what it would be like for him if I were to stab him to death.. I almost feel sorry for him. In fact, I don't know if I want to do this anymore..
I could really use some crystal meth and a *brisk* Peppermint Schnapps!
Regardless, his resolve is once again solidifed by the victim's hideous personality.
Did you just say "peppermint"? BANANA RAPE MY SEVERED TOILET PAPER STEAK! ANNIHILATE! KILL! KILL! KILL!