Dr. Mario is my bitch.
National Pot Day! aka The Night Boys Were Really Mean.
Kat: I'm thinkin' he needs to put his shirt back on... it looks like a hairy bagel!
*Kat and Michelle smooch*
Kat: That was a wet one.
Meesh: It was beer.
Kat: I sounded like... an animal that don't make sound.
Kat: I sounded like a mongoloid trying to be hip.
Kat: You know that song, "I like to eat, eat, eat eeples and beneenees"?
Michelle: *terrified* Yah?
Kat: I like it!
Kat: I'm a kissy face!
Michelle: You're a butt face.
Kat: I'm a butt... butt. Isn't that golf? *pause* Oh, wait! That's putt putt!
Kat: You gave me emphysema! I'm like a 90-year-old man! Great! Now my hear's hot! Now I feel drunk!
Michelle: Look what you did!
Craig: Everything happens for a reason.
*Craig's interior car light flashes*
Michelle: It's like lightning.
Kat and Michelle: Greased Lightning!
Michelle: This song makes me want to have a seizure.
Kat: It makes me want to be rubbed by an oily Swede.
Kat: *licks a $10 bill* Who knows where that's been?! It was on a scrotum! I LICKED SCROTUM!
BALL SAC HAVING PEOPLE SUCK!
Kat: If I had a ballsac, it would be mad.
Kat: You pull a Stevie Wonder...
*after using about 5 different terms for poop*
Kat: We're acting like we have a scrotum.
Michelle: I don't want one! Then you become an asshole!
Michelle: Here's my wham-my. You were nominated.
Somebody tuck her in........
[I assume this was written for Michelle. 'Twas a bad night.]