1: Hey, is it true you’re going to Europe at the end of the summer?
2: No, we just have a Swedish exchange student living with us.
1: Oh, I heard you were going to Denmark.
2: Where’d ya get that idea?
1: I heard you were going there to have some sort of an operation.
2: An operation?
1: Yeah, I heard you were having your dick cut off and turning into a girl.
1: Strange that the victim had only one testicle stuffed in his mouth. I believe they usually come in pairs.
2: Well, that’s cuz he only had one. I checked. Plenty of meat, only one potato.
1: They look like beatniks, should I unpack my bongos?
2: I plan to unpack mine.
1: Who do you have to FUCK to get a hot dog in this dump?!
2: Say what?
1: You heard me, buster! And I’m not payin’ extra for dialog, so cut the chin music!
Guys only want one thing. I’m going to the snack bar, want a wiener?
I believe this is what you kids call a gang bang!
I don’t like you. Don’t like the way ya talk. I don’t like the way ya walk. Don’t like ya haircut. You kids think ya own this beach- think it’s a teenage world. Well, you’re dead wrong!
I’m innocent I tell you. Innocent! You mother fucking cock suckers!!!
I’m no mere chick! I’m a goddess! And the first thing I’m gonna sacrifice are ya balls, sonny!
I, Ann Bowman, dominatrix extraordinaire- have come to destroy the writhing, filthy, pathetic and disgusting male population of this world. No boy screams my name; they all whimper it in spasms of pain over their own inadequacies.
Kanaka, I dont mean to be scrappin your fins man but, you cant let a chick infiltrate our snag clan man, thats how it starts. next thing you know you’ll be eatting frozen waffles and wearing a cardigan
Monica: Still following the sun. Kanacka:Still walking the straight and narrow minded. Monica:Still planning to tear down this fire shack you call a bachelor pad. Kanacka:Lets burn it down together. (Monica kicks him in the nuts)
MRS FOREST: THATS NOTHING WHEN THEY POKE YOU DOWN THERE!
CHICKLET SHOVES MRS FOREST
CHICKLET: GET THOSE NASY OL’ PAWS OFF ME, BITCH! DON’T TELL ME HOW TO HANDLE MY MANS FLIPETY-FLOPETY, BABY, I JUST GREASE UP THE PAN, TOSS IT IN THE OVEN, AND LET THE BATTER RISE!
My shave gotta rave
Why kill me? I’m the one that fixed your pants!
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