Shhhhh...
I'm trying to kill a character. I really need him dead.It is a serious scene. You people keep cracking me up.
I'm trying to kill a character. I really need him dead.It is a serious scene. You people keep cracking me up.
Make it simple.You're right. When I see my cat catch one of those worthless varmints what eats the veggies in my garden, I can laugh for hours.
Maybe something gets him from the inside....
I'm hurt. Hurt, I tell you.
I would never...EVER do anything to hurt my dear Mr. Thunder.
EVER.
Uh...Jay? About that metallic pink space suit?
I don't think so.
Just think of the opportunities! You sashay around in that pink suit, all of the girls think you're a gay caballero, and then you whip out your swizzle stick...
It's not pink, Haggis. It's magenta. God, can't you men get ANYTHING right?Uh...Jay? About that metallic pink space suit?
I don't think so.
There's the kiss of death for ya. Run like hell.SMOOOCH!!!!
There's the kiss of death for ya. Run like hell.
Garrote. Bra strap.
Ring any bells?
Oh wait, this means I'll be able to get away with even more stuff I shouldn't be doing! Viva la Jay mod!
Uh...Jay? About that metallic pink space suit?
I don't think so.
... a job as club security, but you'd also get al lof your drinks free. Plus respect, lots of respect.