Sean: Fuck! Not again. I'm the worst barber ever. I'll never get my license at this rate.
The boys, out for an early dinner.
"Alas, poor Fro, I knew him well."
Steve: I call Al whenever I don't know if something is recyclable or not.
Fearing a mob mentality, I escape to the high ground.
Jen did this for half an hour before someone had the heart to tell her that it was frogs that turned into princes.
"So if you're talking to Ives and he's jabbering about design or aesthetics or Jean-Claude Van Damme movies, you can shut off his funny accent by hitting this big red button."
The stroller.
In some universe, this all makes perfect sense.
Steve's previous slide: "The human head weighs 8 pounds, this phone weighs 8 ounces" didn't go over as well.
"Smell my hands. No, really. I think it's making me high."
"Mam, is this your monkey? I caught him doing unspeakable things to my rose garden. Yes, I know he's just curious. But the things he's done can't be unseen."
Sally: Nipples and gold chains and seaweed! It's like an Aquaman rap video!
The Dread Pirate Roberts took care of that ROUS (Rodent Of Unusual Size) the best way he knew how: noogies.
