Just come in here and like, lie. Just do it. It's good for you or something. I don't know. I once punched a bird in mid flight. That'll show it for trying to eat my chips. Smurfer.
Just come in here and like, lie. Just do it. It's good for you or something. I don't know. I once punched a bird in mid flight. That'll show it for trying to eat my chips. Smurfer.
I never lie.
I never lie about the part that I did lie.
I love you all.
I never flirted with several female members of EoFF.
I also kick babies.
I don't like stealing people's thunder.
I once killed five birds with a swing from my mighty shlong.
I ate my phone because it tasted a little like duck
I totally don't make a living off of kicking babies outrageous distances.
Eyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I once saw Raistlin crush the front end of a peterbilt between his buttcheeks. It was impressive but also tweak-inducing in its incredibly disturbing nature.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
How many dudes you know roll like this
how many dudes you know flow like this
not many
if any