Why don't you just dress up as the taco bell chihuahua and bark the theme song to Dora the Explorer?
This isn't violent. This is clever. I taped it to my under boob.
You may look like the villain out of a cheesy high school movie, but you should know I am prepared to go all Danny Larusso on your ass.
I wanna go to a college that isn't a FEMA trailer or a prison yard, so let's take the high road.
I'd throw this mocha in your face, but it's not nearly scalding enough.
Homeless will be homeless for awhile, that's sort of the problem.
That song was so depressing. I may actually be dead right now.
It was that damn Trouty Mouth! Even I felt a little something in my lady loins when he did that magic sex dance.
I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to enjoy a crisp pickle but couldn't find anyone to suck the lid off the jar.
While there's nothing I'd love more than having two pretty ponies serenade me, I think we'd get further staging a gel-ervention for Blaine than singing lady music.
When I get really pissed off, Santana gets taken over by my other evil personality. I call her Snix. Her wrath of words is called Snix juice.
I have to just be me.