February 20, 2011 | 0 Comments
Marcy: I don’t do balls.
Marcy: I don’t do balls.
Stu: What is it like to stare into the business end of Sandy Bullocks vagina? This woman knows.
Marcy: You’re like a bald Benjamin Button aging in reverse. You’re going to die a big pink quivering Jell-O, baby come on!
Marci: It’s nice to be with a grown up for once. Charlie: I used to be a grown up…once.
Abby: You made your bed, and then you fucked me in it.
Marcy: Don’t blame me because you were born with a clit for a cock and a tiny little beanbag to house what passes for balls.
Hank: So fucking mature that I want to punch myself in the dick. Karen: Do it!
Karen: So what are you the Robin Hood of rapists now?
Hank: I love me some morning sex. Daylight, smelly puss, bad breathe, bring it!
Eddie: It’s about a guy trying to keep it together while falling apart.