Mikey: "Bring it."
Me: "Yo momma's so fat, she makes Free Willy look like a tic tac!"
Mikey: "Okay...That crossed the line."
Mikey: "Your're a crotchety blob of musty kangaroo vomit!"
Me: "Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent."
Mikey: "You evil-smelling cake of crummy chicken guts."
Me: "Thou spongy pox-marked whey-face!"
Mikey: "Nice,
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