At the factory, I deal with ex-cons, substance abusers, and sexual harassers. And I'm not just talking about my mom.
Two men spit in their hands, help each other out, then laugh about it later. Just to be silly.
That's an interesting accent you got there. Are you from stroke-victim?
That looks like something out of the dumpster of planned parenthood.
For the record, I hate skiing... and if you get killed doing it, GOOD.
And while all of your friends are grieving at your wake, I hope the sprinkler system turns on and sprays them with AIDS, hepatitis C and liquified genital warts. And while they're all running out and crying, I hope one of them slips and accidentally molests a child.
My name is "A Pimp named Slickback" Wait... A Pimp?? ... Named Slickback. Yes, please say the whole thing if you would. Yes, that includs the "A Pimp Named" part. Yes Tom, everytime.
A kiss is like a fight, with mouths.
Presents? We already bought you a lot of things. Member when we were at the market and I bought you gum? You'member.
One time, I was so hungry, I ate the beans in a bean bag chair.
I'd shake his hand, but I think that's what's holding up his pants.
Angie, I've seen my mom wrestle two cops to the ground with a taser dart in her neck, and you cry when your shoes pinch. Good luck, Bambi!
They don't tend to feature the kind of vaginas I like in adult films. I tend to like a thick, heavy pussy - the kind of pussy that looks like it just smoked an exploding cartoon cigar.
I don't have kids. That's why I leave it in the dumper or in the mouth, because I hate kids.
You have the sex appeal of Norman Fell.
Get a in clothes dryer with Magic Johnson and some razorblades.
I hope you slip in a puddle of AIDS and crack your head open
No periods. If you sneeze, the carpet's ruined.
I wish I had AIDS so I could bite somebody.
I couldn't get laid with a sitcom and a rifle.
You 50 year old one-breasted bag of meat. Just hang it up and be grateful some of your friends are still living.
What a coincidence, they both go to College and I'm a rapist!
My legs tired, ain't your legs tired!? His legs ain't Tired! He Just... Tinktinktinktinktinktink, TinktinkTinktinkTinktink!! Just paperclips and Sparks everywhere!
He comes back with the script, and it's racist like a 1940's Newspaper.
You know, quite a few species of fish require two or more sexual partners.
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