For Jilli...
This is the most uncomfortable coffin I've ever been in.
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For Jilli...
This is the most uncomfortable coffin I've ever been in.
Does your dog bite?
No.
t snarl-snap-bite
I thought you said your dog does not bite!
That is not my dog.
This is the most uncomfortable coffin I've ever been in.
Hee!
Roll, roll, roll in the hay!
Listen, hit the bars, work some parties, and get me transvestites. I need transvestites. All right. Bye.
Why don'tcha kiss er stead of talkin her to death?
Do you have li-sonse for your meen-key?
Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
I'm not the first guy who fell in love with a girl he met in a restaurant who then turned out to be the daughter of a kidnapped scientist only to lose her to a childhood lover who she'd last seen on a deserted island and who turned out 15 years later to the the leader of the French Underground.
I know, it -- it sounds like some bad movie.
It's a Cosby sweater! A COSBY SWEAT-AH!