♪♪ It ain't easy being white… ♪♪ Ann certainly has a great deal of Mass. One of the guys told me to take my head out of my BOTTOM and get back to work…my BOTTOM! Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench.

There's a girl in my soup! I need a tea to give my dingle less tingle. That coat costs more than your house! Those are balls. What's up, fizz-ellas. Even it means me taking a chubby… I will suck it up. There are dozens of us! Dozens! And with deep, deep concentration and, and great focus, he's often able to achieve an erect–

And guess what else is back. [slow wink] My breakfast? My friskiness. Mama horny Michael. O-kay, who'd like a banger in the mouth? I'm sure Egg is a great person. Whenever she'd change clothes, she'd make me wait on the balcony until zip-up, and yet anything goes at bath time. I run a pretty tight ship around here. With a pool table.

The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Chickens don't clap! No. I was ashamed to be _seen_ with you. I like being with you. A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. George Michael may be suffering from what we in the soft-sciences call Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, or the "OC Disorder." What's up, fizz-ellas.

What a fun, sexy time for you. It's as Ann as the nose on Plain's face. There are dozens of us! DOZENS! Happy Franklin Friday. Sweet old thing. Only two of those words describe Mom, so I know you're lying to me. Don't ask "Can I"… ask "I Can!" It walked on my pillow!

This is the best free scrapbooking class I've ever taken! Wow. We're just blowing through nap time, aren't we.

Oh, yeah, the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in 3 months. Come on! Michael was concerned that he was caught in a lie about his family. The family was concerned that they were being confronted by a woman they had clubbed, drugged, and left on a bench.

Great, now I'm gonna smell to high heaven like a tuna melt! Today I learned this is a real place, tho more lush than the OC. It's so watery. And yet there's a smack of ham to it. And I am rock steady. No more dizzies. Are all the guys in here… you know? George Sr: No not all of them. Barry: Yeah. It's never the ones you hope.

Speaking of settling, how's Ann? I hate the Wetlands. They're stupid and wet, and there are bugs everywhere, and I think I maced a crane.

OH MY GOD, WE'RE HAVING A FIRE… sale. Oh, the burning! ♪♪ Amaaaaaaziiiing Graaaace ♪♪ Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth.