Classic Tunes with Niall

He’s a regular Freddie Wilson, that one. The CIA should’ve just Googled for his hideout, evidently. Talk you off what, Pop Pop? So did you see the new Poof? His name’s Gary, and we don’t need anymore lawsuits. Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter.
The worst that could happen is that I could spill coffee all over this $3,000 suit. COME ON. Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it!
Tobias Fünke costume. She’s not ‘that Mexican’, Mom. She’s my Mexican. And she’s Colombian or something. Gosh Mom… after all these years, God’s not going to take a call from you. However, she mistook the drowsy eye alcohol warning for a winking eye alcohol suggestion. I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. Turn this skiff around! Maybe it was the other George Michael. You know, the singer-songwriter. No one was making fun of Andy Griffith. I can’t emphasize that enough.
Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. Michael: It’s just Mom and whores. I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. Those are balls. I’m in Vegas this week and would like to point out the Blue Man Group is *actually* hiring. The support group? Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. Hey, it was one night of wild passion! Michael: And yet you didn’t notice her body? Gob: I like to look in the mirror. It’s sort of like going from prime rib to… I don’t know… weird brother of prime rib.
I’m afraid I’m with Michael on this one. The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. Everything they do is so dramatic and flamboyant. It just makes me want to set myself on fire. – Lucille Bluth. I just dont want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann.
And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It’s just Mom and whores. No, I was ashamed to be SEEN with you. I like being with you. No, Pop-pop does not get a treat, I just brought you a [bleep]ing pizza. No one’s called him Baby Buster since high school.
I don’t appreciate the dry British humor. Oh, yeah. The guy in the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn’t make that in three months. COME ON!
A million [bleep]ing diamonds! And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he’s often able to achieve an erect– The guy runs a prison, he can have any piece of ass he wants. I’m going to buy you the single healthiest call girl this town has ever seen. Mister gay is bleeding! Mister gay! I hear the jury’s still out on science. This is the best free scrapbooking class I’ve ever taken! Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it.
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