"Honey, I wish you wouldn't wear that mask during sex. It's like you're not even trying to fake it anymore."
We're off to a good start.
Figure skating is on Saturdays, sorry.
Reporter: ..the iPhone is the big news of course. But before we get to that I'd like to tell my mom that I'm sorry I left the stove on and burned down half her kitchen. You can use my hotplate for the time being. Anyway..
Sean instantly regretted licking the moss.
Jess' mom told her that the Black Hills were haunted by the ghosts of blah blah blah, we stopped listening after awhile. But we took this picture as proof we entered, just in case something happened.
Steve: I call Al whenever I don't know if something is recyclable or not.
Snow fences. We're pretty sure it's Wyoming's #1 import.
Alright, no more poles. Sorry.
The team practices their sarcastic clapping.
Cool scoring chance part 4 - the glove save
Sally's friend didn't care about the whale. She just wanted the tide to never ever stop coming in.
Long Beach, where the smog comes to rest.
Without his mask, Brian reverts to his earlier costume: filthy priest with a drinking problem.
