The Further Adventures of Glen and Glenn

"Man, you stink."

"I do not."

"You do.  You stink."

"I don't stink. You stink. You stink like King Kong's dong."

"You stink like something clinging to the anal hairs of Satan."

"You stink like Shane MacGowan's morning breath."

"You stink like a festering sore in the armpit of Jose Feliciano."

"Hey! I love Jose Feliciano.  You take that back or I'll skin you, use the skin to make a vest, and send it to Jose Feliciano for his birthday."

"Right.  After I've cut off your right ear and surgically reattached it to your tongue, so all you hear for the rest of your life is your own bullshit."

"You're the rampant hag offspring of Seals and Crofts."

"You're John Lennon's rotting Imagine Gland."

"You're Hoss Cartwright's final fart."

"You're the aspargus urine of a sickly circus peanut."

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"........"

"You want to go to a movie?"

"Maybe we should put on pants."