They don't allow you to have bees in here. I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast.

Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Hey, if I can't find a horny immigrant by then, I don't deserve to stay. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Douche chill! Quicken! Premiere! I need a fake passport, preferably to France… I like the way they think.

So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. Hey, look at that – you're mean sober, too. Wow, this is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! ps This one really cracks me up for some reason.

Monday morning. COME ON! I should be in this Poof.

Mom… after all these years, God's not going to take a call from you. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Hey campers! It's one banana Michael, what could it cost, ten dollars? Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. Don't leave your Uncle T-bag hanging. Annyong. Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. COME ON!

I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! Bob Loblaw Lobs Law Bomb. Ann, you need to decide whether you want a man or a boy. I know how I'd answer. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits.

Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? What do you expect, Mother? I'm half machine! I'm a monster!!

She's not that Mexican, Mom. She's my Mexican. And she's Columbian or something. Sorry, some of my students are arguing the significance of the shankbone on the seder plate. But we do not - NOT wag our genitals at one another to make a point. Oh, I can just taste those meaty leading man parts in my mouth. How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Make love in your *own* hand, Mother! If you didn't have adult onset diabetes, I wouldn't mind giving you a little sugar. Those are balls. I think the only time you cooked for us was the morning Rosa's mom died. You gave us cereal in an ashtray.

The Man Inside Me seems well reviewed. You need to do more with Rita. Believe me, I'd like to. A group of British builders operating outside the O.C. Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. Annhog's coming? A million ****ing diamonds!

Well, I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. George Michael, you want to put your head down there by his drainage shunt? She's always got to wedge herself in the middle of us so that she can control everything. Yeah. Mom's awesome.