Oh, Lord, if I ever meant anything to you, please let me fall asleep before she thinks of sex
I'll tell you what I do then, We'll stand you in front of a mirror, I'll begin strangling you, when you reach the shade of blue that is satisfactory to you, you yell "Moo" and I'll stop
What could be bigger than your mother?
Hey, Marcy, what's holding the towel up?