<p>I never realized I wanted to put a fucking bullet through my head.</p><p>It never occurred to me that I wanted to drive a fucking stake through my heart.</p><p>But by the time I realized I wanted to, Brett Favre had already done it for me. Or maybe Ted "Faggot" Thompson and the rest of the Packers management did it for me.</p>
<p>Hey, it's Paul Frank. I don't think you know me, but I know you.</p><p>How is everything? You doing good? Ya alright, buddy?</p><p>Alright. I'm just going to come right out and say it.</p><p>...I heard your balls are a little under the weather.</p><p>What's wrong with your balls, Lance?</p><p>What happened? It's okay, we can talk about it. Your balls. We can talk about your balls.</p>
<em><strong>See T</strong></em><em><strong>itle.</strong></em>
<p>Hey, honey. Sorry we have to go through this. Nobody ever expects this to happen. It's just one big mess, the lawyers, the emotions, the kids. (You can keep the kids by the way.)</p><p>But let's face it. We'll remain friends after this. There's no bitter feelings or tension. And I love you always, just like I vowed in church during our wedding.</p>
<p>Hey li'l Timmy! It's your new stepdaddy! Wanna go to Chuck E. Cheese's later? Me too, sport! Let's do it!</p><p>I heard you're a little worried about getting a new daddy. You liked your old one, I hear. He played catch with you. He gave you candy.</p>
<p><strong>WARNING</strong><em>: The following words you are about to hear with your eyes contain offensive language and graphic details about me fucking the shit out of John McCain's wife.</em></p><p> That glassy, seductive stare. That experienced confidence. That...<em>old</em> body.</p>
<p>ATTENTION ALL EMPLOYEES:</p><p> </p><p>This is CEO Bruce 'The Bruce' Livingston. There will be consequences for those forgetting to attach cover sheets to all reports, even those sent via e-mail. MAKE SURE you're attaching those cover sheets.</p>
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<p>Let me get this straight. Absolutely nothing, <strong><em>EVER </em></strong>could make me miss the birth of our daughter, or any child for that matter.</p><p>The <u>ONLY</u> exception is a gritty match-up versus those no-good, rotten Bengals. I hate them! I hate them so much!</p>
<p>How come Judge Judy never sentences anyone to death?</p><p>I went to the dentist yesterday, and I was talking to the receptionist. I mentioned how I make comedy videos with my friends. She said "oh God" and rolled her eyes. I laughed, kind of taken aback, and asked her what she meant.
<p>So I pour blood onto babies. Big. Fucking. Deal. You're honestly telling me you've never drenched a baby with blood before? You, my friend, are a liar, then.</p>
<p>My heavenly Father, I must speak to you.</p><p>This is a time of need for me.</p><p>I'm sorry I come to you with only problems, but this time it's serious. This is a life-and-death issue here, God.</p><p>Please give me guidance in this matter:</p><p>What razor will give me a close, comfortable shave, for a price I can afford?</p>