I'd rather go synchronized swimming with Angela Lansbuy. I'd rather have my neck shaved by Ray Charles, I'd even rather have your picture tattooed on the inside of my eye lids
You know Peg, I hate it when your mother weebles down here for her little midnight snacks which last until 9 in the morning
Marcie, let me explain something to you, *Chicken Sound* "Buck buck buck buck buck buck buck"
It's just like an elevator, there's a two ton weight limit on these shoes