Work Quoties III!

Josh: I want some penits.

Josh: Someone's been eating my chair again. I mean, I can understand being hungry and all, but black rubber...

Jordan: You're going to have Alzheimer's and Tourrette's so you're going to forget all the swear words.

Josh: Ha ha Jordan doesn't get stuff!

Josh: I'll make a rap about G Corr and have all my back-up dancers be G Corr Whores. Or G Whores. Wanna be my G Whore?

Jordan: You can't remember that you have a photographic memory!

Adam: THANK YOU FOR THAT.

Adam: And it has to be a dirty joke.
Shawn: A white horse fell in the mud...

Josh: Casper the Friendly Resolve.

Shawn: Don't feel bad, it takes me a while to put my shoes on in the morning.

Josh: Back Boys Back, alright!

Adam: BT... Bottle Transfer.
Shawn: My beer is empty. Transfer another bottle to my hand.

Adam: I want Randy's balls.
Cynthia: They make noise! Like cling, cling, cling...

Amanda: Injury + Insult.
Shawn: Equals lawsuit.

Shawn: Burn... that's happens when I pee.
Jessica: Ha ha!
Shawn: Why are you laughing?! I got it from you!

Jess: I don't wanna feel it.

Amanda: If you're in the Crap Queue...

Carmen: You're not getting the KFC sale this week.

Cynthia: What if you work day shift...? My little fantasy in my mind...

Jess: That's an AR issue right there...

Adam: A rat! ["Arręte!"]

Jess: What was it? Old man ass rags?

Josh: Hence the nudity.

Josh: Don't touch the trainer.

Josh: Smoke your doughnut. ...sounds like innuendo.

Josh: Those pyjama bottoms are the new black.

Adam: 12 bucks?! That's a steal!

Josh: Security breach!

Josh: I just screwed myself by pushing it.

Josh: Uncoooomfortabbbbblllleeee...

Shawn: It's like getting blood out of an apple.

Josh: Scooboodooboo. Jenkies, there's no result.

Josh: My brain didn't fart... it fluffed.

Josh: I'm not good with my internet machine.

Adam: I thought you said 'boner'.

Jess: Why would I take your pen cap?! Seriously!

Adam: I remember that, too. Foreign Ass Control.

Josh: Miss Cleo at Capital One. 'Could you please transfer me to the Miss Cleo department? I need some answers about my credit future.'

Josh: Prison dragon sex.

Josh: By Carmer.
Carmen: Shut up. It looks like YOU wrote... ... ... ...Josh.
Josh: Ooh, owned.

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