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Realistically, I want to cut the twit who sold his soul for a woman, and then turn around and blow up both hosts who actually did that to the bike... ...or so the voices in my altered reality are telling me...

I'll give you tree-fiddy and suckee suckee.

...they're most likely unconscious...put up less of a fight... :shock: ...am I really gonna have to coach you on how to meet women successfully...*sheesh*

Anal.

...no need to complain...getting a hummer with no teeth is where it's at...hence why I like to volunteer at the old age hom...wait...nevermind.

Rookies, I'll take the ones at 0:27s and 1m:33s - you know they can take a punch or three after those debacles.

Itchy.

RIP rider...another one succumbs to the left-hand turn... :(

:lmao:

Hand over your man card.

My sister got a bike, then she taunted me about it - so I figured rather than running her over with the 'Stang, I'd save on body shop fees and just get a bike to shut her up.

I have some bad news for you, if the first thing you noticed was the bike...

Darwinism is trying to tell them something...

Transvestite midget one-legged Down Syndrome-afflicted hookers with a penchant for bestiality.

I know this is crazy, but I'm going to go out on a limb here and suggest that perhaps the above quoted line is why you're routinely crucified (which in turn has nothing to do with your ethnicity). Nah, just kidding. We whiteys want to stick it to non-whiteys (oddly enough, I'm always trying to...

Personally, I was gonna go with the "Room Service Strippers" as the answer to this question, but I guess that's just my take on greatness...

I'm guessing your booty shorts and low cut top were pleasing to the eye, Retro. :p

I laughed far too heartily at this...you...big...meanie.

VINCENT: So if you're quitting the life, what'll you do? JULES: That's what I've been sitting here contemplating. First, I'm gonna deliver this...

Wait...wut?