I just had sex

Poop fone

Fire on the dance floor

Smashing

Syphilis

'as I load frog into the frog launcher, I will also dye my flowing hair a fiery pink, ripe with flavor, and style unbeknownst to man'

As our heroes set sail into the majestic sunset, they sing the song of travelers, an ode to those who dare traverse the seas, "the boonies"

Resume

Spear+ gusty african

Purple drank

Bethany, the killer pine tree has struck again. Where, or who will she kill next?

Mario got run over and squishtified