Get off the wood, bitch

People train runs out of Stubbville.

Del: You play with your balls a lot.

Neal: I do NOT play with my balls.

Del: Larry Bird doesn't do as much ball-handling in one night as you do in an hour!

Neal: Are you trying to start a fight?

Del: No. I'm simply stating a fact. That's all. You fidget with your nuts a lot.

Neal: You know what'd make me happy?

Del: Another couple of balls, and an extra set of fingers?

RKS Sleeptalking

We were caught midshot with the insistent whining of Oliva. Witnessesrepeated her words in unison as if it was an obscure passage of the bible they had to memorize at a particular Catholic school with a particular religious professor who taught all of the students this compulsive little piece of propaganda. Ahem... Mr. Fred made offwith the "saving face" face.

make it enough

"Woman! I told you to take it OUT the fridge, not take it FROM the FRIDGE! You two timing WHORE! You sick twisted woman! I am right here in this house and you aint even trying to hide it from me. I'm gonna just let you just die there then let the kids see when they come over next week."

Skeegs wants his bike back

Fred yelled out, “Oliva, are you alright my love?” “No” she said gasping for breath as the weight of the refrigerator was slowly crushing her.

Suckahs

For those about to gawk,
I restribute your wealth.

At ease, gentlemen.

At ease.

ahem

For those about to rock, I salute you.

I am Elliot Six Nutts and I support this message.

Per Sender Regarding Lifeless Beings (A Skeegs be trippin' Production)

#2 Oliva responds "FUCK (Control C Control V)"
#3 "Shut -Up!"
#5 "Quiet!" another screams. "I cain't and ain't but gonna kick that taint."
.........................(then).
#4 "I don't care about you right now an I' it's the 1600 block!"


Four females kick and pummel a stranger with clothes on.

#2 "Don't come over here Don't Come, Over Here!!"

Passing judgments without turn signals, Injuries to his mouth, limited info, and we don't know why these shoes hurt..


#1 "wet noodles harder have harder noodkes th...."


Crunching phalanges.


#3, #4, #5 "Al Dente" they politely interrupt.
"My stretched beanie's like in YLentsl!" Contestant #1 exclaims.
#3 "Brabra Striesand's style!" Her foot still remains.


Kojak tactics choke like lactics, intolerant and full of rejection.


#4 "Not till he looks 18% gray."


Dangling like amniotic sacs on a clothes-line. "Happy Birthdays! Fred!"

Embedded in my brain stem

Capital idea coming soon!

I am going to do this. I am going to open a clinic. Look, so I enjoy douching things. My clinic is going to be open to any and all who need something douched.

Come one. Come all. Get douched how you like it. How you need it. Something you got needs douched? Come to me and my clinic. Refillable gifts cards will be available soon. Get it for your loved ones. Get if for those you don't like but know they need it or have something that needs it.

Things need douching and PLEASE tell me if you know of anyone else that is better suited to douch something out than this guy. Anyone? That is what I thought.

Second on the list of things to do is to be able to mobilize my services. Anywhere, any time.

This is a highly unserved market. DOUCHERS UNITE!!!

Your lady friend not handling things correctly? Come on in!
Your animals fouling up your scene? Bring it!
Your car, turck or van not have that fresh feeling? Let's do this!

Also available, the unprecedented and record breaking, now patented UN-douching!

Your buddy came over with frosted tips? Fuck him, let's fix that!
Your boss enjoys flaunting his self-importance? Let's take him/her down a peg!

your mom called, she wants it back

Flashbacks from a Past of Greatness

Still no word from the people who aren't speaking to us.

Then what happened?

"Can you breathe through your ears?"

"Huh?"

"Just ho checkin'"

Skeegs Speaks

Says he:

The doctor said, "Your eyes are dried Fred, but what happened to MY skin. I'm picking blood from my scalp, veins(I before E except after look okay). I express my deepest sympathy and neglect. You cry when you laugh but you're still dying. You're still eating, you're still, you're still FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDD!".

You did?

Allow me to reciprocate. That is to say, enunciate. Words be trippin'.

So, let's do this thing. Again.

Where's my wilin' SOBs? Where's my writin' so and sos? Because they do call them SOs sometimes, too.

"How you ain't got my shit when I let you hold it?"