Oops. Looks like Alec just saw the picture of Hilaria bent like a pretzel.
Don’t make me ask you what’s in your fucking wallet again!
This could be the worst speed skating movie ever.
He just found Slater Trout.
The beach is so lucky it doesn’t have voice mail.
“Is that . . .? It is. It’s a barrel of whiskey. I’ve got you now John Jameson!”
Boner problem fixed.
Finally… a clear picture of Bigfoot.
You can run, but I’m still gonna’ catch you, fucker.
Duhhh, which way did he go, which way did he go?
By the time you figure how he’s going left, he’s already going right.
And he’s the opposite of Stamos.
It’s hard to run when your balls are so schweddy.
♫ ♪ “You put you left foot in, you take your left foot out, you put your left foot in and you shake it all about…” ♫ ♪
This is where the term ‘blue murder’ came from.
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