Showing posts with label Ryan Anderson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ryan Anderson. Show all posts

Friday, December 11, 2009

Reactions to Ryan Anderson's Goatee

  • Oh, no. We can't be having that kind of facial hair. Such a nice young man.
  • CANDY BARS.
  • I bet I looked that good when I had my goatee.
  • Niiiiiiiiiiiiiice.
  • Hmmmm...I'd look superfresh with a goat like that.

Friday, July 31, 2009

Ryan Anderson Confuses Fruit

Oh. My. Gosh. Look at the size of that owange. That is the biggest owange I have evow seen. I am going to eat that owange SO fast and it's going to be SO good. Wyan weally wikes owanges. Thank my wucky staws foah this enoahmous owange.
Oh, owange. I am so happy to eat you. You will be sweet and dewicious in Wyan's bewwy. If I didn't eat you, owange, I would want to mawwy you and maybe go see the new Hawwy Pottah movie togevah. You make me so happy, owange. I am sowwy to eat you, but you awa a big yummy owange so I must.

GWOSS! GWAPEFWUIT! YOU AWEN'T AN OWANGE AT ALL! HOWA DAWA YOU! You awa too souwa! I fought we wewe fwiends! You twicked me, gwapefwuit. I will NEVEWA eat a gwapefwuit again because you awa SO mean. You taste wike souwa poops. Gwoss. You awa the wowst fwuit evewah.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Ryan Anderson Likes Luxury

Do you like luxury? Do you enjoy fine things? Silks? Furs? Fine exotic woods?

I thought so. I, myself, enjoy luxury. That's why I drive the finest motorcar in the world. "Jag-u-ar." I 'm also the spokesperson for Jag-u-ar. The finest motorcar in the world. Jag-u-ar.

I'm also a spy for the Swiss government. Would you like to guess my codename?

No. It’s not Jaguar. It’s Luxury.

Shh. Not so loud. We're not safe here. So, do you like luxury?

I already asked that. I'm sorry. I'm tired. I did 900 voiceovers today for Jag-u-ar. I also killed a man in an elevator.

Do you mind If I sketch you? Nothing would please me more. I have a studio back at my apartment. It's close. A 12-hour drive. Which, of course, feels like nothing when you're behind the wheel of the world's finest motorcar, Jag-u-ar.

There's only one problem. I don't know how to drive a stick. And I have no depth perception.

And we will need to steal a car. Jag-u-ar.

I'm sorry I keep saying it. I'm tired. You know, with the voiceovers and killing that guy.