“I call this move the Boston Cream Pie.”
“Yo, I heard you like mustaches, so I grew one…and another one above my eyes, and a third on my chest.”
“C’mere, sport. I’ve got some candy in my glove for ya.”
“Dig this pendant? It combines the fashion sense of Mr. T with the casual racism of Andrew Jackson.”
“Holy Toledo! Would ya get a load of the gams on that tomato?!”
“What time is it? MUSTACHE TIME!”
“Ay, mami! This is my lucky tooth: it turns yellow when I’m aroused.”
“Hey babygirl, you dig the ‘chops? I call ‘em thigh warmers.”
“Why am I so happy? In the future, I’m going to break something called the Internet.”
“This is my stabbin’ face.”
