Friday night. Buster's in what we like to call a light to no coma. In layman's terms, it might be considered a very heavy nap. YOU'RE the Chiclet! Not me. Caw ca caw, caw ca caw, caw ca caw! If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. The only thing more terrifying than the escaped lunatic's hook was his twisted call… Heyyyyy campers! This was a big get for God. You mean the guy we're meeting with can't even grow his own hair? Come on! And I am rock steady. No more dizzies.

How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. I cheated and I lied and I whored around. If I wanted something your thumb touched, I'd eat the inside of your ear. She wanted to look 48. I nearly airbrushed her into oblivion. Ended up checking "albino" on the form. I'M A MONSTER!! Ah, it is a rock, though. Should beat everything. Gob: There's not a lot of logic to it. They don't allow you to have bees in here.

Yeah, like I'm going to take a whiz through this $5,000 suit. COME ON. ¡Soy loco por los Cornballs!

Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp.

Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. What about macaroni – let me finish – salad? He also said some things African American-y wasn't ready to hear. Could it be love? I know what an erection feels like, Michael. No, it's the opposite… like my heart is getting hard. What's next, Michael? Are you going to make dancing illegal? Is this the tiny town from Footloose? Touché, Pandora.

Operation Hot Mother. That was Tom Cruise, the actor. They said he was some kind of scientist. He also said some things African American-y wasn't ready to hear.

Dead Dove DO NOT EAT. This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! And THAT'S why you always leave a note. I've always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest?

I am going to my spin class. I thought you had vertigo. Smack of ham. What is she doing at a beauty pageant? Is she running the lights or something? Probably out there without a flipper, swimming around in a circle, freaking out his whole family. Michael, you are not quite the ladies man I had pictured. Hopefully, we will remedy that when we are in the spa spreading body chocolate on each other.

If I look like a man who made love to his wife last night – it's because I almost did. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole.

I know what an erection feels like, Michael. Coo coo ca chaw. Coo coo ca chaw.