A few weeks ago, sitting in traffic -- bumper-to-bumper traffic in Atlanta -- the car in front of me has got a bumper sticker that says "Honk if you love Jesus". I toot the horn a couple times, and the guy flipped me off. (To his wife) You do not have testicular cancer. You don't even have "testiculars"! If you can't remember the last time you had sex with a woman, you're either gay, or married. If you've ever been antique shopping during a big football game, you're either gay, or married. Do you know why it's so hard to solve a Redneck murder? 'Cause there's no dental records and all the DNA is the same. I've said before that working with Larry is kind of like watching the Jerry Springer Show. After about five minutes, you will feel better about your own family. In my life, I have driven some crappy vehicles. But I have never been so desperate for a vehicle that I wanted a used rental car. Buying a used rental car is kind of like going to a house of ill repute looking for a wife. Anything that's been driven that hard by that many people, you really don't want to put your key in it.
My grandma's the most careful, safe driver in the world. You put her in a rental car, and she's doing doughnuts in the K-Mart parking lot!
[about rental car employees who ask if he wants the additional insurance] I say "Yes, I would. 'Cause you've got a Ford Fiesta that's about to see more airtime than a skateboard at the X-Games."
[about a clerk, after recounting a story he read in which someone presented a store clerk with a million dollar bill and asked for change] She goes "I'll bet it was a counterfeit million dollar bill." Kinda like your high school diploma, huh?
It's not my dreams that get me in trouble, it's what my wife dreams I did. My wife punched me in the middle of the night; I woke up and went "Oww! What was that for?", and she goes "I dreamt you were making out with Faith Hill." I said "I wasn't dreaming anything! Send her over to my dreams, and we'll both be happy."
You know, I remember Career Day in high school. I remember plumbers and lawyers . . . I don't remember a booth where you could sign up to learn how to shoot chickens out of a cannon at the windshield of an airplane, 'cause there would have been a line at my school to do that!
[about his daughters and nieces having developed a natural curiosity about boys] When I get into the shower, there is nobody else in the bathroom. Now, when I get out there are five girls just loitering. I finally confronted them. I said "Why are all five of you in the bathroom?" And my youngest daughter, who's really funny, goes "We're trying to see a hoo-hoo!" I said "I'm gonna tell you all you need to know about hoo-hoos. Hoo-hoos are extremely poisonous." And without missing a beat, she goes "they are not, or the dog would be dead!" I hate a smart child.
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