"Just two please." I said with a touch of pride in my voice. -> Kyle. Kylene Imogen Sheryl Stu- wait. Kyle A... are you trying to break my current crush on Joe and make me obsess over Biscuit Boy again? Because that’s the ticket right there.
/"Hey, I'm Alex. I'll be your waitress for the evening. Can I get you something to drink?" Why did she look so familiar? And why did she smell like garbage?
/ -> Why does everybody ask me that in real life, too?
Please don't be a shedder. -> HA HA HA. You are mighty fancy, ya know that? :)
It took a lot of self-control (borrowed it from my guinea pigs), BUT I did not google the chapter title. Yet.
Fucking. Rocked. Here’s a rim-joby rating point.
And the board is pretty retarded. Even without the help of the DoJ… Packers.