You’re wrong, smi-one-ey

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Kara: I cannot stand Iggy. Though I do understand what he’s doing, Iggy is annoying and a snitch and his jeans are too tight.

I try to use that Friends line every day.

I drive both during my commute, and it’s not so bad. Too crowded to get that crazy. But outside those hours at night ... yikes. All the motorcycles and hoopties swerving in and out.

I was expecting the “brain damage!” defense

It’s not wanting, it’s not getting to say it. “I want to say bomb on an airplane, dammit!”

I love how remembering one embarrassing moment suddenly unlocks a room in my brain filled with them.

I add my two cents to a group text, no one responds or even continues to post.

He’s just not feeling Pekkish these days.

There was this old car sitting in out behind a house we used to drive past all the time when I was young. I always liked the look of it. Then one day my dad bought it “for me”. Now it’s mine.

Good point, Donna.

It’ll be interesting (for lack of a better word) when these bad actors start 3D printing them instead. I don’t how far off the technology is.

“My way ... or the DJ.”

Used to be a point of pride but now it’s snot

KANGAROO JACKED

I don’t hate-watch, I hate-listen to the way? Kourtney? talks? It’s so? annoying?

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, BUDDY. IS THAT WHITE ALBUM THE MONO MIX?”