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"Actually, I'm surprised Brian Austin Greene even has one. So I'm willing to overlook that green stuff on the end of it in his case."
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"...need to borrow just a pinch of garlic for my spaghetti. And if you don't help me out Dad, here, is going to open your veins. Dad's really serious about spaghetti."
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"No, I've never even heard of Caprica."
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What, this? Oh, I tried to cut in line at the Avatar premiere."
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"How long has he been in there?"
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"You bet I'm pissed! You know how to tell? 'Cause I'm sticking my wildly out-of-proportion fat ass up in the air just so I can get in your face! If that doesn't say anger I don't know what does!"
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"Leverage? Never heard of it. You?"
"Nah."
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"Yup, the certificate is the real deal. You, my good man, own an authentic Hong Kong Phooey lunchbox! Congratulations!"
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"Well, you're all being shipped off to Mexico City because of Mark's haircut."
(Collectively) "Oh!"
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Dammit! I can't find the zipper!
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Dammit! I can't find the zipper!
Racist.
Okay, we're going to try another take here. This time I want you to imagine that you're Conan, and that Bob here is Jay Leno. Let's really see some emotion this time, okay?
Oh shit!
That wasn't even my intent! Totaly, honestly, and seriously. I've never heard that term before.
In hidsight, though, it's kinda chuckle-worthy.
But I'm completely sorry for any offense I may have caused.
Yikes!
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