The neighborhood filling station owner puts his wife's cancer updates on a tall message board instead of advertising his services.
PRAISE GOD, THE CANCER IS IN REMISSION
There hadn't been any news for awhile.
Turns out during the last update, he fell off the ladder and broke his neck. Now I'm left with a $50 bet that his wife would be dead by Christmas, which may never get resolved.
Unfortunately, the bitch stole my wallet. I chased her down the hotel hallway and knocked her out with a blow to the back of the head. Still didn't find the damn wallet on her.
Dude, I stuck it in your shoe.
She's still out there. Apologize for me when she comes to.
That skank had a stank that make's our frat shitter smell like a field full of daisies.
Did you soak it in tomato juice and dive in anyway?
Who was the slope in that "World's Largest Gang Bang" porn?
Jo Jo Wong. One hundred and eighty-one guys.
Let's just say if I was number one eighty-two, I'd rather go south on Jo Jo the porn queen than deal with the olfactory nightmare I encountered tonight.
Ohhhhhh my God, the pain. I can't take anymore... Dear Father, please take me from this earthly existence and accept me to sit at your right hand in everlasting power and glory.
Happy rebirthday to you! Happy rebirthday to you! Happy rebirthday, dear Je--
Biff, Dave didn't show up. You'll have to give Bob's eulogy.
But -- I didn't really like Bob very much. In fact, I hated his guts.
Well, just think of something.
Years back, Bob told me about a 3-some he did with a buddy. Bob admitted he was naive then, believing the social protocol required him to blow the other guy. That's the last time I ever spoke to Bob.
Ah oui, you got fed up with your Monsieur Bush acting as a maverick cowboy invading innocent countries like Iraq, not to mention the free access to guns which your people use to settle all disputes.
Nah, my French wife and her sisters give the most incredible blowjobs.
Autograph!? You American pig. Just like your culture deprived country, thinking the whole world revolves around you. Cowboys settling all of your disputes the only way you know how - with violence!
'Ello 'ol chum. Good news, I've obtained two tickets for us to tonight's show of Spamalot -- the new play based on Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Huh?
C'mon chum, you know the movie -- classic British humour. "I fart in your general direction... Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries... We are the Knights who say, Ni!"
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? Take someone else, faggot. Besides, I gotta video I rented.
Little Boy Blue. He needed the money! Ohhhh! Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet eating her curds and whey. Along came a spider, who sat down beside her and said, "Hey, what's in the bowl, bitch?"
Because I am a woman, I must make unusual efforts to succeed. If I fail, no one will say, "She doesn't have what it takes." They will say, "Women don't have what it takes." Do you know what I mean?
You know, I really do like a woman with tits like yours that talks tough and acts like she can fuck like a bunny. Can you fuck like that. You like it like a bunny? Huh?
Cause baby, I’ll fuck you real good like a big ol’ jackrabbit bunny. Jump all around that hole. Bobby Peru doesn't come up for air. Am I scarin' ya? Your pussy wet? Come on, is it?
Get out.
Hey I'm sorry. I don't think I'm being to polite here. I'll be real honest with ya, I'd like to fuck you and tear you open like a paycheck envelope. Would you like me to do it? Just a simple yes or no
Oooohhh, oooooohh, I am the ghost of American infidel, Nick Berg, coming for the return of my head...
I... I... uh... I had nothing to do with that. It was all Abu's idea. I'll show you his cave...
Whoa, good one Osama. You got me. Son of a beech, you got me!
Ha, ha, ha, you stutterin' prick -- you were shakin' big time. Check out the wet spot on your crotch. Muhammed filmed it all too! Ha, ha, you got so punk'd.