A collection of verbal missteps from everyone's favorite Portly Portuguese Man.
He's the greatest babespall player of every time
Wow, that just burndley bad my tongue!
Terrial control is already good
Oh yeah, works like a normal time
Its some British show from the 80's about don't doing drugs
Is that how salvia intaked?
Too harry to ceavy twice
Thirstday Teesday Max
I cant think of anything that would increase my engayment of joys
God damn, smake, you smell delicious!
I prefer them to onion wings
I cant remember what big telescope he works at
Your dad might not as much be appreciated
They can't afford funiary services
That's probably where a cult happens
Just have a barbecue sandwich
Your identity should be the people around you, but not but why you do
No one is buying anything that might have been stoled in the past.
What a sad sad leving
...and not as much bushion mashing.
Spit plea soup, when done correctly, is delicious
Quaid looked like he had a stomach chest.
Except for that one that I have no interested in.
Either one would have braken line of sight
You've got to dealt the hand you're played
Barbecue quesa chicadilla
I really love burgles on the griddle