Dick: Kevin, you think you're gay? I think I can speak for all of us when I say, "what the *beep*
Dirk: OUR WEED IS PACKED WITH TRUNK!
Dick : Queer as a junebug dancing around in the porchlight...
Kevin: We're going to have a neighborhood break-off.
Kevin: I'm gay.
Satin: You think you're gay?
Kevin: I think I'm gay. I think I like dudes. This old farmer guy asked me if I liked boys, you know, it got me to thinking.
Blush: Anyone else in the car think they're gay?
All Boys: ..... No.
Dink: Kevin, what do you mean you think you're gay?
Kevin: I do. I think I like dudes.
Sir/Madam Trooper: Your buddy back there sleeping one off?
Dick: No ma'am, he has narcolepsy.
Sir/Madam Trooper: You mean he like has sex with the deceased?
Restaurant Hostess: I just wanted to let you know that we all hate you and a group of enraged farmers stole your wheelchair.
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