WORD!

Word Crew!

In your eye.

Your mom's eye!

Matloicha!

Klaatu Barrada Nik-::cough::

It's time for the percolator.

Don't touch my hair.

Cuz I'll borgh-di borg-da borg-ya like the Swedish Chef.

This chair is high, says I. Arrrgh!

200 MA!

Hey you, get out of my pickled eel garden!

Shut up, you're a MORON!

Weimer! Will you shut up?!

Crew Brew and you. Perfect together.

Cluster-fuck

Also, may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits.

A political statement if I may. Go the fuck to sleep.

The fat man walks slowly...Well the fat man should lose some weight.

Confucius say, man who stand on toilet, high on pot.

Confucius say, man who masturbate on register, come into money.

Confucius say, shit happen.

4K

Screech-Monkey

Mortal Kombat!

Sine, Cosine, Cosine, Sine, 3.14159

Let me clear my throat...

I love you man.

Bah Stick

My layg.

Sup Bitch?

I'm gonna kill Ray! He gave me a virus!

Why do you need a wide mouth on tonic water?

Muhahaaaaaa!

Follow me to the City of Groove.

Master! Master!

Your Mom!

Ha! Ha! Two bytes per second MacBoy.

I am the shoe master, take me to the gatekeeper!

Bubba's Sage Word of Advice: Don't sleep on your stomach.

Bubba's Sage Word of Advice: Don't burn yourself. It hurts.

Damn she's cute.

Damn she has nice tits!

Remind me to kick your ass.

Ya silly bastid!

Was that a cat? I don't know, did we hit it?

Sup?

YOU KNOW!

...and I do!

69 Rounds of Scorch.

Bring back DOS.

Back with another one of those block rockin' beats!

Ok Weimer... Stunt Driving!

I'll give you a hint... ::shakes his head no::

I'm The Egg man.

Justin, look out for those stones...JUSTIN!

Back to the family,
guaranteed emergency
the radical MC
HP's got the melody.

Tap that ass like this, Really Doe.

You wanna fight?

cyberslut.

FLUKE!

You got beef?

Behemoth!

.268

Is Christine upstairs?

What's up, Fool?

Nibelungenlied.

Quality.

Psycho Hose-Beast

Genius.

Off the hook!

Master of the Obvious

Hold up.

If I had trees, I'd keep them outside.

Don't be THAT guy.

NICE!

...on the John Deere...

It's like The King and I...or...We're Gay and Shit

You stop running red lights, and I'll stop lighting fireworks in the car!

Captain Obvious

NO FAT CHICKS!

Jackson: It's ok. We're not gay...
Weimer: Yeah right!