It sounds like you just farted, so yes.

Sweet Fancy Christ on a Cracker.

Try Blergle, the search engine for serial killers.

Seems like you already have the answer you seek.

Do I look like a dictionary? Then why do you want to fuck me like one? Wait. Wrong quote.

They're obviously a bunch of mother fervents.

Duct tape.

Sauteed.

No. He'd just be one of those obese guys who need a forklift to get around.

Always the goose.

At least you can't get her pregnant.

Considered it? I invented the Sex-o-Knob 2000!

Only if they're filled with helium and the kids are sucking out the helium and speaking in squeaky voices.

Are you a raincloud?

You don't have the clearance.

I am getting a strange sense of deja vu from this question. So, yes.

Flatulate yourself to victory.

Darryl, Darryl, Hubert.

No.

Yes.