The thought of you fills my heart with cherubic song, and my genitals with animalistic lust.
Dude, you heard coach. There's no "gay" in "team".
There's nothing too homoerotic about our company softball league.
A toast to the happiest year of your life, and a willful ignoring of the 40-60 years following that.
I look forward to making even more terrible life decisions with you in 2010.
Happy New Year! Let's dance harder than a white guy who just got anal.
I got you guys a Jenga set to congratulate your next 5-10 years together.
I'm sorry I defiled your GI Joe.
I'm sorry I failed to empower our stakeholders. Please don't synergize me.
More like the Festival of Lightweights.
In my defense, I thought you were a girl when I molested you. See you in Sunday School.
Play "Free Bird" and I'll let you keep your other leg. Have a good show tonight.
It used to be me sucking those tits. Fuck you, baby brother.
