Samuel L. Jackson in Palmaria, Italy. (July 15, 2012) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News
The muthafucking Quaker Oats muthafuckas told me they’d get back by now.
“Just ’cause you pour syrup on something doesn’t make it pancakes”
“Girl, do you think I really look like the Gottdam Muthafuker that was driving Miss Daisy?!”
“But I like fried chicken”
motherfucker!! i’m a motherfuckin movie star and this is the shit i’m motherfuckin fucking! That’s some bullshit!
Not so tough now, are ya?
I remember my first time, it was out behind my uncle’s barn with my second cousin. She was two tons if she weighed a pound, I could have done better for myself.
The next words out of her mouth – “Are you even listening to me?”
Why couldn’t I have been “Mr Voice Over”? I could have been balls deep in sweet, step-grand-daughter vagina…
Samuel L. Jackson is tired of these motherfuckin’ waiters in this motherfuckin’ restaurant!
That’s the face of complete and utter resignation. Sam Jackson does not give a fuck.
While strolling through Palmaria, Italy, Samuel L. Jackson serendipitously came upon the only black woman in the whole town.
“Is that her real hair? Gotta be a mother fuckin’ weave. Definitely a weave.”
Redd Foxx is still alive? Who knew.
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