Why don't you follow me down the brewery, I'll tie a bowling ball to my ankle, dive in a vat of beer, I'll leave this world the same way I entered my marriage. Dead Drunk!
These are sevens. The box says nine because well... lady, you're a nine. Now I can accept that. Why can't you?
I'm not selling shoes for the money Aaron. I'm in it to torture fat women
Unlike sex with you, this is important to me