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"Tiffany, why did you stab Sandi and Quinn?! I didn't even know you were able to do THAT!"
As hard as I might, I can't get the original "I'm wearing sweat-pants" out of my head to think of any others
She saw Stars as he stepped out of the shower. She's thinking to herself, "Where's the eye bleach? Where's the eye bleach?"
"Mr. Perelman, your proof of a hypothesis of Poincare so is unexpected!"
A mirror.(Oh snap!)
"I see a philosopher! Nietzsche was right! A philosopher is a terrible explosive, endangering everthing! AAAAAAHHHH!!!
"Sandi... why is Tommy Sherman's naked, rotting corpse in bed with you?"
"Mom, Dad? What are you doing in my bed?"
"With my scrunchie? How could you?"
"Oh, no! Those pink diet cookies were really full of Ex-Lax!"
"Mom, Dad? What are you doing in my bed? With our dog?"
"Sandi, put away the gun! I only have joked! It NOT fat!"
I wonder if anyone can tell that I put my cell phone on vibrate and stuck it in my underwear....
She saw everything.In that one moment in time, crystalized into blazing, impossible clarity, she saw everything. Everything.Nothing could have walked away unscathed. Nothing human did.
Quinn swung her pointer at the final illustration on her easel. "And so you see, Stacy, this is what you'll be reduced to if you continue to let Sandi lead you around. On the plus side, however, that dog collar is very fashionable and slimming."
I didn't just fart in the middle of my birthday party, did I?
Stacy knew she would never live down the day her water broke in the middle of the Blush-A-Thon.
"Tiffany, why did you stab Sandi and Quinn?! I didn't even know you were able to do THAT!"
ReplyDeleteAs hard as I might, I can't get the original "I'm wearing sweat-pants" out of my head to think of any others
ReplyDeleteShe saw Stars as he stepped out of the shower. She's thinking to herself, "Where's the eye bleach? Where's the eye bleach?"
ReplyDelete"Mr. Perelman, your proof of a hypothesis of Poincare so is unexpected!"
ReplyDeleteA mirror.
ReplyDelete(Oh snap!)
"I see a philosopher! Nietzsche was right! A philosopher is a terrible explosive, endangering everthing! AAAAAAHHHH!!!
ReplyDelete"Sandi... why is Tommy Sherman's naked, rotting corpse in bed with you?"
ReplyDelete"Mom, Dad? What are you doing in my bed?"
ReplyDelete"With my scrunchie? How could you?"
ReplyDelete"Oh, no! Those pink diet cookies were really full of Ex-Lax!"
ReplyDelete"Mom, Dad? What are you doing in my bed? With our dog?"
ReplyDelete"Sandi, put away the gun! I only have joked! It NOT fat!"
ReplyDeleteI wonder if anyone can tell that I put my cell phone on vibrate and stuck it in my underwear....
ReplyDeleteShe saw everything.
ReplyDeleteIn that one moment in time, crystalized into blazing, impossible clarity, she saw everything.
Everything.
Nothing could have walked away unscathed. Nothing human did.
Quinn swung her pointer at the final illustration on her easel. "And so you see, Stacy, this is what you'll be reduced to if you continue to let Sandi lead you around. On the plus side, however, that dog collar is very fashionable and slimming."
ReplyDeleteI didn't just fart in the middle of my birthday party, did I?
ReplyDeleteStacy knew she would never live down the day her water broke in the middle of the Blush-A-Thon.
ReplyDelete