Quotes: Rob Anthony @ Pier 347: 02/11/06
Rob Anthony @ Pier 347: 02/11/06
Rob Anthony: Michelle, I don't like that your back is to me!
Michelle: I'm so sorry.
Rob: I'm sure.
Michelle: I'm a bitter person!
Kat: Now you're just NASTY! NASTY!
M: A peach bomb!
K: Or a bomb peach. 'Cause I'm a bomb peach. He-ey!
K: It [peach bomb] smells like cat pee.
M: It smells like a nasty Tic-Tac!
M: I can't believe you pulled my hair, you bitch!
RA: That's how we roll!
RA: It does! It smells like cat litter pee.
RA: You said, "Rob Anthony smells like cat piss."?!
RA: Oh, pooper!
K: You don't have a buzz?! I'm halfway to shit... faced.
M: ... so we're not on his nutsac.
K: That's where I'd LIKE to be!
K: I got confused left and right... It happens.
K: MMM, creamy!
I WON!
Cuz Kat got a cold palatte!!
BITCHES!!
YO MAMMA - YO DADDY - I WAS GONNA WRITE SOMETHING, BUT CHANGED MY MIND!
BITCHES!!
K: I think someone died upon that sail.
M: Look deep into my shirt.
K: I'm so in love! I have to leave.
M: I might be a little wet.
M: Let's take a picture where I don't have a chicken wing.
K: That's some bull suction shit!
K: I refuse to get a headach in my eye for a beer!
K: I really think he thinks it's "Polaroid feature". Oh, I'm sad.
M: Un-acknowledger-ass-face!
K: I have to go pee again.
M: What did you do?!
K: I drink beer!
K: I look like a White Snake video!
K: You made me hit a weird button.
K: You are an asshole! No - it's me.
K: There's some bullshit in this book!
M: I need a new picture!
RA: Why? Did you lose the last one?
M: I destroyed it. Actually, it got overused.
K: I should know... I held it up!
K: I'm Mary God damn Madgeline!
M: In a pig's eye!
K, re. bulls eye: OOOOOOOOOOH!
K: I just talked to six boys! *moments later, looking at a game* Ew! Who's this asshole?! He's number seven for tonight!
K: Virgin non-maker... face.
M: Holy boob. It looks like a baby. A baby's head.
K: It looks like he's tugging on his dick. Chicken Nuggets.
K: I don't think you're ready for this jelly.
K: Hi, little sniffer! Cocaine attic.
K: These quotes are fucked up like Michael Jackson's love child!
K: I am sweating like Tito Jackson.
Rob Anthony: Michelle, I don't like that your back is to me!
Michelle: I'm so sorry.
Rob: I'm sure.
Michelle: I'm a bitter person!
Kat: Now you're just NASTY! NASTY!
M: A peach bomb!
K: Or a bomb peach. 'Cause I'm a bomb peach. He-ey!
K: It [peach bomb] smells like cat pee.
M: It smells like a nasty Tic-Tac!
M: I can't believe you pulled my hair, you bitch!
RA: That's how we roll!
RA: It does! It smells like cat litter pee.
RA: You said, "Rob Anthony smells like cat piss."?!
RA: Oh, pooper!
K: You don't have a buzz?! I'm halfway to shit... faced.
M: ... so we're not on his nutsac.
K: That's where I'd LIKE to be!
K: I got confused left and right... It happens.
K: MMM, creamy!
I WON!
Cuz Kat got a cold palatte!!
BITCHES!!
YO MAMMA - YO DADDY - I WAS GONNA WRITE SOMETHING, BUT CHANGED MY MIND!
BITCHES!!
K: I think someone died upon that sail.
M: Look deep into my shirt.
K: I'm so in love! I have to leave.
M: I might be a little wet.
M: Let's take a picture where I don't have a chicken wing.
K: That's some bull suction shit!
K: I refuse to get a headach in my eye for a beer!
K: I really think he thinks it's "Polaroid feature". Oh, I'm sad.
M: Un-acknowledger-ass-face!
K: I have to go pee again.
M: What did you do?!
K: I drink beer!
K: I look like a White Snake video!
K: You made me hit a weird button.
K: You are an asshole! No - it's me.
K: There's some bullshit in this book!
M: I need a new picture!
RA: Why? Did you lose the last one?
M: I destroyed it. Actually, it got overused.
K: I should know... I held it up!
K: I'm Mary God damn Madgeline!
M: In a pig's eye!
K, re. bulls eye: OOOOOOOOOOH!
K: I just talked to six boys! *moments later, looking at a game* Ew! Who's this asshole?! He's number seven for tonight!
K: Virgin non-maker... face.
M: Holy boob. It looks like a baby. A baby's head.
K: It looks like he's tugging on his dick. Chicken Nuggets.
K: I don't think you're ready for this jelly.
K: Hi, little sniffer! Cocaine attic.
K: These quotes are fucked up like Michael Jackson's love child!
K: I am sweating like Tito Jackson.