“Cartman: I would never let a woman kick my ass. If she tried something, I’d be like, HEY! You get your bitch ass back in the kitchen and make me some pie!”
I’ve been working up the courage to use that one. Maybe in a few years …
I like combining 2 of Cartman’s quotes from that episode, so it comes out:
“I would never let a woman kick my ass. If she tried something, I’d be like, ‘HEY! You get your bitch ass back in the kitchen and knit me a sweater!”
However, my personal favorite is:
Cartman: If some girl tried to kick my ass, I’d be like, ‘Hey. Why don’t you stop … dressing me like a mailman … uh, and making me dance for you … while you go and … smoke crack in your bedroom … and have sex with … some guy … I don’t even know. On my dad’s bed.
Stan: Cartman, what the hell are you talking about?
Cartman: I’m just saying you’re just a little wuss, that’s all.
You must come to Chicago and have a slice of the key lime at Harry Caray’s. I’ll buy.
It’s got the perfect blend of egg yolk, key lime and graham crackers – you know the kind of stuff that – even after you wash it out of your mustache – just kind of stays there for a day or so – kind of like, er, uh, really good other kinds of pie.
As a South Park Republican, I demand CAKE, PIE, AND ICE CREAM!
RESPECT MY AUTHORITAH!
We doing South Park quotes?
“Cartman: I would never let a woman kick my ass. If she tried something, I’d be like, HEY! You get your bitch ass back in the kitchen and make me some pie!”
I’ve been working up the courage to use that one. Maybe in a few years …
I like combining 2 of Cartman’s quotes from that episode, so it comes out:
“I would never let a woman kick my ass. If she tried something, I’d be like, ‘HEY! You get your bitch ass back in the kitchen and knit me a sweater!”
However, my personal favorite is:
Cartman: If some girl tried to kick my ass, I’d be like, ‘Hey. Why don’t you stop … dressing me like a mailman … uh, and making me dance for you … while you go and … smoke crack in your bedroom … and have sex with … some guy … I don’t even know. On my dad’s bed.
Stan: Cartman, what the hell are you talking about?
Cartman: I’m just saying you’re just a little wuss, that’s all.
You sons-a-bitches are all fucked up.
Fruit or cream?
Fine, take the damn pie. Might as well finish the ice cream too while you’re at it.
Frickin’ Ravens lover…
No pie for you! Back in the box, or you get the clamps again.
I like pie. You know what kind of pie, don’t you Rock?
Citizen journalist? And here I thought you were the Blogging Pundit.
Howdy,
I can’t give you all the pi that you deserve, but I’m happy to donate a few digits.
3.
141592653589793238462643383279502884197169399375105820974944
592307816406286208998628034825342117067982148086513282306647
093844609550582231725359408128481117450284102701938521105559
644622948954930381964428810975665933446128475648233786783165
271201909145648566923460348610454326648213393607260249141273
724587006606315588174881520920962829254091715364367892590360
011330530548820466521384146951941511609433057270365759591953
092186117381932611793105118548074462379962749567351885752724
891227938183011949129833673362440656643086021394946395224737
190702179860943702770539217176293176752384674818467669405132
000568127145263560827785771342757789609173637178721468440901
224953430146549585371050792279689258923542019956112129021960
8640
–Jeffrey Boulier
Needs more nutmeg.
You must come to Chicago and have a slice of the key lime at Harry Caray’s. I’ll buy.
It’s got the perfect blend of egg yolk, key lime and graham crackers – you know the kind of stuff that – even after you wash it out of your mustache – just kind of stays there for a day or so – kind of like, er, uh, really good other kinds of pie.
You’re preachin’ to the choir there, homeboy.
That could only be JWebb.
apple: “Don’t even think it.”