Arafat: “Yes, I’m sure these have the 3-Mile Island sauce, Senator Kennedy. Now please, take your pinky out of my ass. I have other tables.”*
Arafat: “Yes, I’m sure these have the 3-Mile Island sauce, Senator Kennedy. Now please, take your pinky out of my ass. I have other tables.”*
What a ridiculous fantasy.
Yasser doesn’t have the chest for Hooters. He was only a B-cup.
Kennedy: Mmhas’s na ma pimpy.
Joe with the save!
You sure that’s not the Chappaquiddick Island sauce?
Jeff B., he wasn’t hired for his chest. The pimple on his nose looked like one of Jeff’s cut-glass-with-’em nipples.
Or so the rumor goes.
(Yes, as a matter of fact I did go there.)