Huddle Celebrity Roast III: Panthro

[Matt Foley]

I know that's a lie because you said "girlfriends".

He meant "bitches."

[Matt Foley]

I took Panthro to Pizza Inn. He didn't even notice the waitresses.

[Panthro]

Which explains your commitment to the Humane Society

[Skew]

Let's finish this one and then do number four two weeks from now.

No, Saltman, I don't mean Brett Favre.

Where is # 2? I see Saltman and Panthro. That's it.

[Matt Foley]

Where is # 2? I see Saltman and Panthro. That's it.

Jangler

[The Saltman]

jangler

[Skew]

I see it now.

But, yea. Meat has already run this into the ground.

Just like the jokes he tells.

[The Saltman]

Meat's up next.

[Matt Foley]

I see it now.

But, yea. Meat has already run this into the ground.

Just like the jokes he tells.

Meat's up next.

Get your own host! (sobs)

[Kettle]

not Zod or the ginger?

[The Saltman]

No, Zod will be a christmas special one.

[Samuel L. Jackson]

I'd challenge Panthro to a game of basketball, but Haiti begged and pleaded with me because one devastating earthquake was enough...

Panthro is the only person here who can order a custom jersey with the name "Antidisestablishmentarianism" on the back, and have the number Pi... in completion...

If Panthro and I were to power a see-saw, one of us would have reached Mars by now...

The only thing lamer than Panthro's wit are quadriplegics... and Meat...

[Matt Foley]

Panthro is the only one who showed up for this roast with utensils in hand.

He's so ugly, when he was born they tinted his incubator.

He's so fat, he measures 38-24-36...on his left arm.

[Squirrel]

One month down the road we won't even remember these roasts.

Make it one a week.