You’d look great in a Raggedy Ann wig.
Get an eyedropper of tequila in me and I turn into a wild man.
No, no. I don’t bake cookies. You’re thinking of those dorks over at Keebler.
I’m a magical being. Can I try to make your top and bra disappear?
I have certain needs that can’t be satisfied by working on toys.
I can get you off Santa’s naughty list.
I was once a lawn ornament for ‘NSync. Want to meet them?
Just because I’ve got bells on my shoes, doesn’t mean I’m a sissy.
“I’m down here.”