You guys gotta get me out of here! There’s this guy Nasty Nate who wants my cocktail fruit, and everyone here likes fresh fish! Then the Squirrel Master came out of left field and told me I’m his bitch!
Big night for the Birdman and I’m not talking about the goofy white guy that plays for the Miami Heat. I’m talking about this dude putting some cracker pieces in his long muff-tickler beard and letting his birds fight for the food.
Doggles: because his dog is cooler than yours. End of story.
When she told me she wanted me to flop my big lizard on her chest I did. 🙂