I can't remember the last time I saw
It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia, but I just stumbled onto the one in which Dennis and Frank go to an orgy, and Dennis asks:
"Why is there a buffet at a goddam orgy, Frank?"
Agreed!
Sort of:
One thing I don't understand about strip clubs is that they all seem to
have buffets in them. Who is this for? Seriously, every ad I see for a
strip club there's some hot piece of ass stripped down to nothing,
licking her lips in my direction like she just can't WAIT to throw her
titties in my face and then the ad feels the need to remind me "oh, and
while you're here you can load up on baked ziti and mashed potatoes!" I
know it's "been a while," but I distinctly remember that at no point
in the moments just before beginning tenderness with a lady friend did I
ever think "You know, this would be a whole lot better if I was covered
in grease and completely bloated." I'd love to get the stats on how
many kids are born 9 months after Thanksgiving Day, for instance.
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