These are from the dirt track race team that I used to chill with. I don't know. They're not really funny but, oh well.

There's a dead bird on my dashboard. Get it off! Do something with it!--Mike S. about the dead bird I put on his dashboard and then threw out the window.

God damn chicken fucker...erm...fryer.--Gary about Mike S.

Birdie killer.--Gary about me

Them there kids did it, not me.--Big Joe about the team

She made me cheese cake. Not you. She's my favorite.--Jer about me to Gary

Damn boys.--Jer

Hey, Jer, I don't know whose shirt this is but it was under the seat of my car and it's cotten so use this as your grease rag.--Me to Jer

The fact that you knew what I was talking about when I said cucumber is disturbing.-- Me to Steve about how I call cummerbuns, cucumbers.

So Casey, where's the camaro these days?/ The camaro is in a few towns.-- Me to Casey and Steve replying.

Katie, do you have a lighter?/ Man, are you gonna bum me some smokes?-- Gary to me.