Do we have any more tuber tots?
Tighter than a Minnesotan Manhole
Hold our swamp hooch
I haf been tinkering vis my shavink foam
Feels super bowel-y in here
Astronauting is a lonely business
Is there anyone on the bridge whose name isn't completely douchey?
You are a naughty little schatzi
I sent him a hippotigrus
The "tilslørte bondepiker" maneuver
Mission: FWIP!
Your breath smells of caramel and butterscotch
Quality control. Also, nibbles.
Spucked into sace
But then I also say higgledy piggledy
Our future together is suddenly in doubt
Be prepared to lose body hair
From last cluck to a bucket of extra crispy
I forgot to untie the technician
Hung up like a deli chicken
There once was a garçon from Bordeaux
Rabid egret eggs and something vaguely chivelike
In space, no one can hear you stupid
Peeing in a bucket and eating pocket lint
I speak a little oregano
So the deed could not be done
We are not breathing the passengers
Heroic Running!
Monkey Man, gather the sweets
Remove the bejesus with fear
Where's Grammar Girl when you need her?
Everyone knows about böckling
I look damn good in jodhpurs
M'Lady of Little Chadwick upon Bad Patter
I'm soft, squishy, and covered in Hollandaise sauce
Putting the freeze on boogerology
Chasing Lord Lunchable
It's invasion of the body snackers
Who doesn't love a decorative bunting?
It's very hard to do science in this position
Found their fillings in a compost pile
Escaping at a brisk walk
My kidneys go straight to voice mail
Fly, you beautiful bastard, fly
If you say so, Frog Butt
It's stuck in my cravat
Daydreams and teddy bear hugs
There's an armpit method?
A rather amorous gecko
Not a sane pair of lederhosen on this ship
Too chiseled to burn
The death of Karen
Hey, Doc, can I pet this?
Is it really an esophagus anymore?
All of ze tings in zis vun
It wasn't an olive
You're not getting a tombstone
Of baguettes and bastards
Aim for the mime
A bucket full of mime
She might do some lasting pickles
Fixing the ejaculax
Mind the gap
The biggest bunch of mindless wankers
Dark and starting to collect liquid
There's a zombie in the corridor
Space is great for sulking
Great heaving chesticles
I had a cake all to meself
What the f&#* is that smell??