Friday, July 07, 2006

 

John:"Do you have a rugged jaw and hair-parted down the middle with locks framing a noble forehead like every other of Lynn's depiction of studly men, including my studly son?"
Paul:"Yes, but your son is actually a fatso"
John:"Do you have fetal-alcohol syndrome?"
Elly:"Do you enjoy being whipped by my daughter in that you are forced to come down here, into Algonquin territory?"
April:"Liz worships herself and you worship crows that pick off gunk on the roads. How are you two gonna reconcile your religious differences?"

Comments:
The only thing I remember from 10pm (PMS) is "No offence, buddy (but I'll let you fend for yourself in your time of need)"

Then there was the summer my crack was operated on, and I received negligence and disdain. Shame...
 
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