Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. Bob Loblaw Law Blog. Let's make Ann the backup, okay? Very good way to think about her, as a backup.

Wine only turns to alcohol if you let it sit. I think I might have someone who's going to circumvrent the law. I'm foolish and I'm funny and I'm needy. Am I needy? Are you sure I'm not needy? 'Cause I feel needy sometimes. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Hahahaha.

I am having a love affair with this ice cream sandwich. Yes, Annyong. Your name is Annyong! We all know you're Annyong! This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken!

Although George Michael had only got to second base, he'd gone in head first, like Pete Rose. Even though sooooo many people in this office are begging for it. So did you see the new Poof? His name's Gary, and we don't need anymore lawsuits. A million [bleep]ing diamonds! I need a fake passport, preferably to France…I like the way they think. Yes, he's like the steel man from The Wizard From Oz. After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed?

Mr. Zuckerkorn, you've been warned about touching. You said spanking. Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you. Heyyyy uncle father Oscar.

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. Te quiero. English, please. I love you! Great, now I'm late. Why are you squeezing me with your body? Speaking of settling, how's Ann? Everybody dance… NOW. It looks like you've been looking for dragons… in the future. Speaking of settling, how's Ann?

You go buy a tape recorder and record yourself for a whole day. I think you'll be surprised at some of your phrasing. Obviously this blue part here is the land. If I make this comeback, I'll buy you a hundred George Michaels that you can teach to drive! I'll have a vodka rocks. (Mom, it's breakfast time.) And a piece of toast. No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. Look at us, crying like a bunch of girls on the last day of camp. She keeps saying that God is going to show me a sign. The… something of my ways. Wisdom? Everyone's laughing, and riding, and cornholing except Buster.

After all, why should you go to jail for a crime somebody else noticed? Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. Stop it, stop it. This objectification of women has to stop. It's just Mom and whores. Are you at all concerned about an uprising? Of course. The "Bob Loblaw Law Blog." Wow. You, sir, are a mouthful!

Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! How about a turtle? I've always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Touché, Pandora. Way to plant, Ann! I know she's a brownish area! With points! And I love her! No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard. They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in. And here you are coming out of your mother's third base!

And THAT'S why you always leave a note. A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Heart attack never stopped old big bear! Why are you squeezing me with your body? It's a hug, Michael. I'm hugging you.