I barely even know what a Tardis is, but how bad can it be if it comes fully equipped with bras?

No, being handled rough by a lady cyborg in work gloves, that's a mansire.

Maybe!?

Have the drummer bring the lead singer out, ask him "Do you even give a shit?"

Quivers.

"I think if you weren't sleeping with her, you wouldn't find the lol so cute."

I've spent months of my life behind bras.

A lot of stories start that way.

The kids, they're all on fleek now.

"High on mushrooms" and "club theme night" are two great tastes that don't taste great together.

That's just my weekday glitter; I don't see any issue.

Well, fuck you, I didn't wanna go anywhere anyways.

But will it have something that clearly indicates that I'm a Pisces? Important.

Sam's dream scene with her therapist was presumably meant to evoke white hot lovers, unbridled in the thrall of passion.

FREE MEREDITH!

Tell it to The Buoys.

Well, I'm going to more rallies now!

I contain multitudes.

It's ok, still hard to find stems that aren't glass on glass anymore, though.

We always had "Rounders" on.