Oh, my meat!

I don't think I would eat George Wendt's beans.

I really enjoyed it, but I really couldn't get to grips with my mole.

I don't know, just when you think the world couldn't get any worse, suddenly there's a basil crisis.

After all, sexy college students aren't going to eat themselves.

They were very keen on the "rubbing" part and explained that the friction helps immensely.

I've only got one till now. This one is from manhole greasing.

This one has a Rabid Lesbian Atheist of DOOM! How can you possibly skip it?

I can't be responsible for his gruntlement or lack thereof.

I have a soprano and alto staff up and I need them to "oooo" at me.

Well, let me just lick it, put it in my mouth and drool all over it.

I'm not putting your nuts in my mouth.

I can eat pal, you should have seen me go down on this poor boy the other night.

Can I speak to someone about the oral stove?

I'm hugging you with my balls.

Wiggle it and I'll tell you which one it is.

Wiggle it and I'll tell you which one it is.

Are we stretchin' the pork or what?