Letterkenny

Closest you’re gettin’ to any action this weekend is givin’ the dairy cow’s teets a good scrubbin’.

What’s up with your body hair, you big shoots? You look like a 12-year-old Dutch girl.

Do you know what, I don’t want you to kiss and tell, that’s impolite…. but I am kind of curious.

Four-leaf clover, make a wish. I wish you weren’t so fuckin’ awkward buddy.

Oh, come on, kitten. I won’t tell anyone.

We only got one shot at this. One chance. One win. You know? Vomit on your mom’s spaghetti, or whatever that talking singer says.

You naturally care for a companionship, but I guess there’s a lot worse things than playing a little one man couch hockey in the dark.

If you have a problem with the majestic Canadian Goose, then you have a problem with me. And I suggest you let that one marinate.

I see the muscle shirt came today. Muscles coming tomorrow? Did ya get a tracking number? Oh I hope he got a tracking number. That package is going to be smaller than the one you’re sportin’ now.

That was well brought up. Too bad you weren’t.