Jim Norton Soundboard Edit

Actions speak louder than words.

All right, get a hold of yourself.

Alright, yeah, I'm gonna stalk you, you bearded zilch.

Are you really are an ass?

Do you have the perception of an autistic?

Drop dead.

First of all, I have the metabolism of a glacier.

Hello.

Hey, Bob, could you look at my thing?

How big a boy are you down there, Sir?

I didn't say hey, put on your sexy pants.

I have a Down syndrome tongue, just walls.

I know you'll be lying on your stomach for a week crying and pretending. It's just comfortable that way.

I really hope he lost his leg in some type of an auto injury.

I really want to be touchy feely.

I'm a meaty breasted little nothing.

I'm lonely.

Kind of a fat pig.

Little fat belly, little fat pale fish belly.

Now, still. But that's what I'm telling you.

Of course.

Ohh.

There you go. Little fat bosoms will clean up after you.

Well, that stupid boy.

Why are you out of breath from picking up the phone?

Why are you so mean?

You are garbage.

You people have no idea. If I could blow my brains out in front of you right now, I would.

You really are an annoying fat chick.

You stay and I don't like you.

You're a fat girl with LA Gear sneakers and I hope you hit a pole and die.

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