Wednesday, May 04, 2005

More Stewie:

Chris: Hey little dude, how about some ice cream?
Stewie: Yes I could go for a frozen treat right about now. But no sprinkles. And for every sprinkle I find, I shall kill you.

Meg: Everybody! Guess what I am?
Stewie: Hm, the end result of a drunken back-seat grope-fest and a broken prophylactic?

Stewie: By all means, turn me into a child star. Perhaps I can move to Californ-i-ay and wrangle me a three-way with the Olsen twins.

(courtesy of )


At 11:57 AM , Blogger PanamanianStud said...

Stewie is so craaaazy!

At 1:30 PM , Blogger Tori said...

But great!!


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