! - Your head is fat! | |
! Golf is for fat wankers in their 40s. | |
! Oh my god! Her ass is gonna get so fat. | |
! When did we devolve into watching fat kids sketti wrestling? | |
! Yeah, you're still fat! | |
! - Your head is fat! | |
! Golf is for fat wankers in their 40s. | |
! Oh my god! Her ass is gonna get so fat. | |
! When did we devolve into watching fat kids sketti wrestling? | |
! Yeah, you're still fat! | |
"Oh, you're pretty good, jesse, but fats is better. | |
# The fats cats The top hats, the drag acts # | |
'Cause it's not the calories that get you, it's the saturated fats. | |
- A lot of time... when I make errors they belong to the fats... have you always written those letters? | |
- Her foreheads filled with fats, the egg won't even crack. | |
"Oh, you're pretty good, jesse, but fats is better. | |
# The fats cats The top hats, the drag acts # | |
'Cause it's not the calories that get you, it's the saturated fats. | |
- A lot of time... when I make errors they belong to the fats... have you always written those letters? | |
- Her foreheads filled with fats, the egg won't even crack. | |
"'and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet... "'and bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it... "'and let us eat and be merry. | |
"Sea Wife, have returned with fatted calf... and the cherry trees are in bloom." | |
"than to a fatted calf" | |
'Bring forth quickly the first robe and put it on him and put a ring on his hand and shoes on his feet and bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it, and let us eat and make merry. | |
'Cause you change your mind... the colonel'll tear up your transfer and kill the fatted calf. | |
He is franked up to fatting for his pains. | |
You're balding in the same way that jeff ross is "fatting." | |
"'and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet... "'and bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it... "'and let us eat and be merry. | |
"Sea Wife, have returned with fatted calf... and the cherry trees are in bloom." | |
"than to a fatted calf" | |
'Bring forth quickly the first robe and put it on him and put a ring on his hand and shoes on his feet and bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it, and let us eat and make merry. | |
'Cause you change your mind... the colonel'll tear up your transfer and kill the fatted calf. | |
He is franked up to fatting for his pains. | |
You're balding in the same way that jeff ross is "fatting." | |