Mussel Beach Party. Fail.

At leest we can hab a clam bake...

Am nawt a push-ober! Ok, I gess ur rite.

A littlol fail nebber hurt nobuddy.

OH THAT'S JUST GREAT! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO HONE MY CLIMBING SKILLS WHEN YOU WON'T HIRE A PROFESSIONAL CONTRACTOR? MR CHEAPSKATE!

Doan't worree, ai know a guy.

WALKIN .. I DOES IT WRONG?

Surely dere is an eesier way...?

Okay. Ceiling fan... not a toy.

Ai'll stick tu wut ai kno.

UNBELIEVEBEL! EBERY WURD IN DIS DIKTIONAIRY IZ SPELLED WRONG!

Wut primitib, stoopid peeplol to speek such a lowsy, pethetic langwage.

Dollar store creme rinse. Ya gets what ya pays for.

Srsly, stop laffing. GUISE. STOP LAFFING.