Why is it that auditions go much better when I don't give a damn, but relationships don't? Also...there's more sex at the auditions....
Oh...my! I've figured it all out! I know what it all means and how it all works! *knock on the door...men in black appear* I know nothing...
I am in a secret lab constructing a noise maker more obnoxious than the vuvuzela...it will sound like my ex when she was PMSing. Scared!?!
I'm wearing a tee-shirt and basketball shorts. Can I at least have the lady security guard frisk me?Also, I don't live here.
Porcelain throne? Throne?...Oh...that's why the Queen always looks like that. GIVE HER SOME PRIVACY PEOPLE!!!
Even if I had a box with a hole in it...I still won't look at Twilight Eclipse...
Stepped on a glue trap in a friends house....I just know that there is a mouse in the wall laughing at me. But the cat WON'T eat me...ha!
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