House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole.
What do toi say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell?
Well sweetheart, I don't do shorts.
You're like a walking encyclopedia of weirdness.
I hope your pomme pie is freakin' worth it!
That fabric softener teddy bear... oooh, I'm gonna hunt that little chienne down.
I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.
You know I l’amour the guy but I swear he writes like freaking Yoda.
You see that? That attitude there? That's why I always got the extra cookie.
Who do toi think is the hottest psychic...
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