October 25, 2009 | 0 Comments
Hank: I don’t get it Becs, what could possibly be so awful about visiting the woman who pushed you through her magnificent vagina – in…
Hank: I don’t get it Becs, what could possibly be so awful about visiting the woman who pushed you through her magnificent vagina – in…
Hank: Just warning you! Something post-pubescent and wicked your way comes.
Hank: Where’d that plane come from, 1987? You look exactly the same! And that smell! What is that booze, cigarettes and Drakkar Noir – it…
Daisy: Let me tell you, this is some really pernicious shit! My Vagina looks like downtown Baghdad right now.
Hank: That, out there, is a fucking mirage, that doesn’t exist behind me. You got everything you’ll ever want or need back home. Zlos:…
Zlos: I fucking clocked her – him – whatever. Hank: You can’t do that, that’s a human being, you can’t just be throwing punches at…
Becca: Merry fucking Christmas. Can we go home already? Hank & Karen: Shut up!
Hank: It’s not your fault. I’m like fly paper for the emotionally disturbed.
Hank: So you’re suggesting I should dump this whole writer thing and reinvent myself as a Hollywood manwhore?
Hank: Hideous creatures these teenage girls. Felicia: Monstrous, couldn’t agree with you more. Hank: Is it too late to drown them in the…