It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn't notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. Interfere? I ought to pull down your pants and spank your ass raw. Michael: I'm sorry, have we met? George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." NO TOUCHING! A group of British builders operating outside the O.C.

I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. Dad asked me to do this on the day he pleads not guilty, as a spectacular protest. A…. ? You just grab that brownish area by its points and you don't let go no matter what your mother tells you! Did you enjoy your lunch, mom? You drank it fast enough. The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed.

But I'm the oldest. The matriarch if you will. A Colombian cartel that WON'T kidnap and kill you. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say. There's unlimited juice? This party is gonna be off the hook.

I'm afraid I'm with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Or it could be your colon. I'd want to get in there and find some answers. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat. I just bought you a f**king pizza. It's a jetpack, Michael. What could possibly go wrong? There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies.

That was Tom Cruise, the actor. Lucille: They said he was some kind of scientist. I just don't want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. Got a big ass room at the travelodge. What a fun, sexy time for you. I was hoping he would be gifted sexually. Heyyyyy, hermano.

Bob Loblaw Law Blog. Well, OK, have sex with this girl. Right now. Get in there, have some sex with her. OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.

She calls it a Mayonegg. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It's just Mom and whores. Yeah, I invited her. You said you wanted to spend time some with her. You said I was being an Ann hog.

Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. It seems like only yesterday you were bursting forth from your mother's fertile womb. How do you know Steve Holt? Are you in AA? Yeah, well, have you seen the new Mustang? You could hump that hood. And I wouldn't just lie there, if that's what you're thinking. That's not what I WAS thinking. Are you sure this isn't her sister? Mrs Veal: What a lovely thing to say. Michael: That's an awful thing to say.

YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! We'll have to find something to do so that people can look at you without wanting to kill themselves.

First I blow him, then I poke him. She tried pesto for the first time. Imagine that, 92 years old and she never tried pesto. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways.