Thank god we still have Suzanne Pleshette.

A beer in the bathroom isn't just for special occasions!

they're like erections then?

the parenthetical clarification,
yeah, I got nothing…

several stops at Taco Bell.

You have just invented the only running sport I would watch.

I'm the Lindbergh baby!

Angelica Houston?

Rice a Roni.

Dear God!
Quickly my good man!
Dr. Johnson's inhalant vaporous product.
I have a vessel of it in my valise…

dogs…

it's a boy!
No!, a man, oh baby, a real man…
(shouted from the rooftops upon my birth…)

again

you have to make the time…

asking for a friend…

i am so putting pepperony into the x hamster search engine…

neighbors?

but, for some fleeting Schrodinger moment of silence, quiet, without purpose, meaning, destiny or fate we didn't.

put pot into styrofoam peanuts.
fuck, I'm so close to something here…

were they out of kings?