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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Samuel L. Jackson in Palmaria, Italy. (July 15, 2012) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News