These shoe bombs make my feet really sweaty.
If I don’t pass the driving test this time? Switchblade. If I do pass the driving test this time? Switchblade.
Man, I wonder if it is going to be hard to drive on all the acid I took.
What do you mean this isn’t the abortion clinic!? I need to get this thing OUT OF ME!
Is Ebola contagious? I forgot to ask the doctor. Anyway, just don’t touch the blood coming out of me and you should be fine.
Just because I’m a serial rapist doesn’t mean I don’t have the right to operate a vehicle.
Okay, now, it wouldn’t really be drunk driving because I was bombed out on ether, not alcohol.
Straight razor, straight razor, catch me a catch, slice me a face, match me a match…