You should’ve hooked up with me two bars ago.
It’s like the city puked up all its people.
I’ll either have to slut it up or get married.
They’ve tried to turn their newspaper into an Internet.
We had no reason to stand up straight in the ’90s.
When I start killing people, I will most likely kill you first.
When isn’t it herpes time?
I’m here. I just don’t like you anymore.
I want to see her fat one more time so I can feel better about myself.
It’s too hot to be sober.
(Courtesy of TimeOut Chicago.)
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