I asked the clerk at the post office if she had any cool stamps.
She said "no, only these" and tossed me.....
Shut up, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q-tip!
I have feelings too - like ''My stomach hurts'' or ''I'm going crazy!'
Marge, I agree with you -- in theory. In theory, communism works. In theory.
Marge, you being a cop makes you the man! Which makes me the woman - and I have no interest in that, besides occasionally wearing the underwear, which as we discussed, is strictly a comfort thing.
Yes, honey...Just squeeze your rage up into a bitter little ball and release it at an appropriate time, like that day I hit the referee with the whiskey bottle.
Don't worry. Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep. In a giant blender.
When I look at the smiles on all the children's faces...I just know they're about to jab me with something.