February 5, 2011 | 0 Comments
Sasha: She’s really fucked up, Hank. I can’t wait to play her.
Sasha: She’s really fucked up, Hank. I can’t wait to play her.
Abby: Hank, you might consider smiling a little more often, it uh, got me kind of wet.
Charlie: I hurt myself. Marci: What, you get shampoo in your pee hole again?
Mia: Some weed, some wine, some vicodin. I feel like I’m under a wet warm blanket.
Hank: It looks like a button on a fur coat. Well look on the bright side Charlie, it may be short but it’s thin.
Hank: Where’s you cock? Oh I see it, it’s right under your clit.
Hank: It’s true I am kind of retarded, but I’m also kind of amazing.
Becca: You know what they say. You can’t polish a turd.
Hank: Should I be worried? He does seem dangerously cool. Kind of like a young Lando Calrissian, with a dream.
Hank: Sensible and trusting, that’s me in a nutshell. Abby: How high are you right now? Hank: Significantly.