Detroit Rock City

wrought with wit and irony.
If you don't like that one...
maybe you'll think
it's really funny...

when we kick your fuckin' ass
out of the car.

Why don't you put your money
where your mouth is?

Why don't you lick
my hairy crack?

Why don't you bend over?
You're looking right at it.

That last remark
fell about thirty yards away...

from making any sense

You're right.
Bend over,
you're looking right at it?

What the hell is that
supposed to mean anyway?

Give me a hit off that "J,"
will ya?

That's some kick-ass shit.
Move out of my way!
Lex, thank you for letting us
borrow your mom's car, man.

Man, that weed knocked her
straight on her ass.

She's sleeping
like a baby Stella.

Man, let's lift up her skirt.
-There it is!

Holy fuck! We made it.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!
Thank you!

I'm going into swarm-o mode.
Oh, shit!