Category: One Liners

Never stop peddling, Annie. You are a soO-in for the Little Girl X-Games.

You got the number from Jordan, didn’t you. She hates me.

Lookit, I’d like to throw it in Gwen Stefani tonight instead of Jordan, but that ain’t gonna happen either.

I’m just gonna go ahead and tip myself for calling this one. Thank you, me!

Don’t look her in the eyes, newbie; she’ll steal your soul. So, how are things going down in the underworld?

It’s my hair, if it even gets damp, it frizzes out and becomes wildly unmanageable.

Oh, my God; I care so little, I almost passed out!

I sure hope you’re comfortable in that bed, because you’re gonna be in one just like it for the rest of your natural born life.

Oh my God, he just might have goof-arounditis.

Maybe they’ll put it in Almost Magazine.