ME: He's a well known, gimmick. IAN: Really ME: That's Conan. Conan The Bar Bear, Ian.
You know, they're right . . . we do taste like chicken!"
When you throw your knickers against the wall, and they stay there.
Me: I love you. 911: Hang up. Me: No you hang up. 911: Stop. Me: This is so us.
gun hangs head & turns around
You had the two biggest candles on your second birthday.
his right to human arms
Because the cell door was still locked.
A-lou-AK-bar.
He finishes her drink EDIT: Apparently this is Conan's joke, so all credit goes to him. I just heard it from a friend of mine and I had no idea.
ian!