I just gotta tell you that this party is tail-GREAT!
Okay everybody, on three . . . What does the fox say?
I couldn't find a babysitter for my kids so we're putting out a Swear Jar.
It's time to get ultra-competitive about throwing a little sack full of hard corn kernels through a hole in a piece of plywood!
The bathroom in the RV now won't flush.
Screw hot wings and beer, I brought kale chips and coconut water.
We should do this more often. You know, drink in parking lots to avoid our families.
Will you peel back my shoulder hair so I can finish smearing my torso green and gold?
When I told you to bring "chips," I didn't mean Erik Estrada and Larry Wilcox.
What do you mean, "Nobody brought beer"?!
Hey, there's a bunch of Raiders fans. Let's go fight them!
Trichinosis? Like that even exists! Now, do you want your ribs rare or extra rare?
I'm going to plug in my iPod. And you're in luck, because I just downloaded Limp Bizkit's Greatest Hits!
Thanks for inviting me to your tailgate. And to think, just yesterday, I was plotting the destruction of your entire infidel family!
So I told the butcher, "mad cow, schmad cow. If the hamburger's seven cents a pound, I'd be crazy not to buy it!"
Sure, I'll have some mustard. Anything to cover up the taste of the shoe leather you slapped into this bun. Seriously, how is it possible to mess up a hot dog? . . . Anyway, great tailgate. Thanks for having me.
rew Metallica! Everyone knows a tailgate's not complete without a little Ace of Base!
Can you turn that radio down so we can have an honest discussion about Obamacare?
Anyone else interested in bringing it in and having a good cry?
Why don't we all close our eyes and focus on the power of positive thinking.
Here are my ten more theories about what will happen in the finale of "Breaking Bad".
I just did "a Miley" with your foam finger.