– The ratio of good to bad ink is around 1:1000 and I am 100% right about this. See for yourself.
“My liver. I ask too many favours of it.”
– How do you think your vowels feel?
“I don’t actually know how to drink beer without burping.”
– She can’t eat without farting either.
“You crumbed my pants!”
– Good bread turns her on.
“The thing is, I got dance in my pants. And I need to get it out.”
– When you gotta go you gotta go.
“I feel like we could have a pretty good party in that car.”
– Who’s-driving-not-it?!
“That’s gruse.”
– What she does to words is so gross it’s gruesome.
“I am a very flat girl lady.”
– Along with words, high heels are not her best friend.
“That sounds like torture tram torture gram.”
– All aboard the insta-bummer train.
“What happens if we didn’t have any emotions?”
– For starters, I wouldn’t know how to feel about this question.
“I already ate more than my fair lions share.”
– My lady’s stomach doth not greedily roar.